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Standing in seedtime With the rays of sunshine. Dancing in floral scent with petrichor, Having the leaves with a droplet of water. He can see his barefoot painting roots. Growing up with the sun, thinking about fruits. Not a halo but a rainbow above him, Patiently, daylight's making time. He's in green, feeling the wind, and yellow, Sitting all alone, reading to grow. 'Hoorays' to his quercus' pumpkins', They are his peers and friends. He has seen them with colors and flowers, In the great field of dandelions. String of red and Vine, He has these shades for Lifeline. Not in tumult glee, They dance and sing to be free. Until the skies turned purple. Silence came in October. Brown and gray's falling, But he's still there, praying. God said in the deep blue of cold, "I'll bring the spring back for good" - Season.
