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The sound of birdsong is constant
The silver flash of leaves in the breeze
The light of the sun is too bright
And yet not bright enough
To chase away what clings so desperately
Shoulders heavy, unbowed, exhausted
The air thick with the scent of flowers
The murmur of the city is distant, faint
Voices echoing softly for blocks
Cracked lips and tear-worn eyes
Sleepless nights turn to sleepless days
How can the world be so serene
When it is crumbling around our ears
Swaying grasses, green and oh-so bright
The thrum of summer fast approaching
Hangs in the late spring air
What would it be like
To enjoy such simple splendor
Without a roiling storm beneath the surface
Birdsong cuts through the gentle silence