perfect weather

With the clouds spreading like cotton above my head
The crisp blue bright expanse of sky ever peeking through
Green grass creeping up through the dead brown earth
A sweet cool breeze gently caressing my face
Intermittent sunlight, like the yellow of a traffic light
I am sure as the sun’s easterly rise
That spring has sprung again.
Oh, that I should die on a day like this!

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