things were changing, times were changing.
It was spring time!
In the heart of the commotion there was a small trillium
that radiated beauty,
glowing a soft white, in its prime,
knowing it was that time when serenity became king,
when peace reigned,
when darkness was banished from the land,
when light was at its strongest.
Enjoying its time when it could be a thing of beauty,
listening to the pitter patter of rain falling on the soft forest floor,
and the sun light illuminating the surrounding world, as soft as a feather.
The eerie glow everything let off,
igniting the forest,
only to be snuffed out like candle,
when darkness once again takes control.
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