It’s spring.
So what’s the lesson in a daffodil?
Is it time for dirt under our fingernails?
Can we stop thinking about death?
Who should we thank for the clear blue sky?
And where’s the spring rite of dancing nude in the forest?
Is that the perfect activity for corona lockdowns?
How many more springs before we cause our own extinction?
Do we take grass for granted?
Is spring worth 1000 poems?
Should we be more humble?
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