Sign posts

The tender leaves brushed golden by the sun
Float lazily in the warm wind. The wind the tugs them out of their reverie.
“AWAKE! The summer is not yet over. You have more living than harvest left in you!”, the sun jeers. “Some tired and lonely day you can choose again. But, now… now, you must open, thrive, time to be alive”.

So thrive, green, time to be seen.

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