Waiting for the dawn
the world awakens to life
hope rises with the first light
warm winds softly serenade
the whispering trees
the cherry blossoms flowering
petals floating idly free
delicate, feather-light and fragile
their fragrance drifting like a song
a fleeting moment of joy
©Ann Bagnall

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