The lark's sweet music peppers the breeze, as the lamb's limbs caress the meadow for the first time.
Daffodil bulbs open to the celestial gift from the sun, and bloom to give thanks.
The frogspawn waits patiently in the stillness of the pond.
Spring marches forward - the excelsior of life.
That was my attempt to tell a story in just 50 words with the prompt of "Spring"
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