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Breath in,
fresh, crisp air fills my lungs

Breath out,
leftover winds of winter push the curls out of my face.

Breath in,
I look up to see a beautiful Monet painting. Each cloud bringing a different texture to the pale blue surface.

Breath out,
the chirping of the newborn baby birds sound like a beautiful melody.

Breath in,
memories rush through my mind as I stare at the lovely cherry blossom trees

Breath out,
hello spring, I’m glad you’ve returned.

—By Isabella B., 13, Vancouver