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                        LIFE's REBIRTH

           When I was a child
           the month of May was of flowers,
           a renewed spirit in the world,

           shining like a new sun
           in a world seemingly out of control,

           yet this month calmed my soul.

           Crisp breezes carrying me
           to a land called home,
           wandering freely among humanity
           when things were innocent,

           to the point I felt
           I could live forever, angelic immortal,
           basking in the story of youth.

           The sun on the horizon
           warms the Earth in the Spring of life,
           in this month so amazing,
           life is perennially reborn.

           The cycle of existence
           resurrects emerald possibilities,

           as human compassion grows
           into the survival of sincere certainties.

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