Pink petals descend,
Whispers of springtime’s embrace—
Blossoms kiss the breeze

Amid morning dew,
Sparrow flits with whispered grace—
Sky’s secret revealed.

Autumn leaves, mottled—
Sunlight weaves through ancient oaks,
Whispers of time’s touch.

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