Streams are full and flowing . . .


. . . and newborns are

everywhere.
Even a donkey relishes the fresh grasses.
What do our Stonehenge-like boulders whisper about when they lean toward each other?
Maybe the lazy cows,
or maybe the snow covered mountains to the east.

Or maybe that Spring has arrived here in the valley, wha-hoo!
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