Vibrant trees gleam this balmy April morning,
Leaves a rich green, reflections clear in their hue.
Cool lemonade quenches a dry palate,
Its flavour infilitrating torpid taste buds.
Cut grass permeates its aroma,
Kids in lively chatter,
Whacking footballs in the park.
Music erupts from worn-out stereos,
Kicking off a carnival of cacophonous sounds.
Life, in all its joyous majesty, recharged.
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