The magnolia trees have blossomed
In explosions of purple and pink
As the theatre of spring lifts its curtain
For the drama of summer to unfold
Next come the magical fireflies
Their lanterns like earthbound stars
A company of tiny ballerinas
Illuminating the stage of the night
Then finally the hidden cicadas
Singing their sad lament
A bittersweet finale
To another season passing by
And when they all have vanished
As the cold wind withers the leaves
I watch the birds flying southward
Carrying their songs away
I really enjoyed this, Richard - and such a good last line.
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