It's here, love

The spring has come, the flowers spread their seed,

Humans are doing the same

(They're multiplying, dear,

there will be more of them--

more flowers, more people, more life)

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It's amazing, love

Different cycles: nine months, or two

One year if you're a tree

(But it's the same isn't it? Life spreading life,

the created becoming creators,

time working as a friend, for once)

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We're alive, love

We walk

We talk

We lie under our dark blue sky and argue the merits of living on the moon

(You think it strange, but it's a wonderful thought, truly:

just us, preserved on cool rock.

We would look down at Earth and imagine ourselves closer to the stars)

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We're dying, love

I celebrate this life but

Living is also dying

We might as well celebrate that too

(My time will come before yours, I hope;

with you, I would be that selfish)

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It's okay, love,

Winter will come again

The flowers will die

We will die

(And it will be tragic, surely,

but deserved, I imagine,

and we will have lived greatly, tirelessly;

we'll welcome the rest)