A cold evening breeze,
Slowly dies
As Spring blooms to life.
She stands in all her glory,
Prying open the door
To let soft April showers
Into Winter's gloomy world.
Birds return to their nests
And rear their young,
Creating a generation anew
As young hatchlings come to life.
The bright blue sky
Pushes the grey clouds away
As the horizon comes alive
With the dreams of the children
That watch the new sunrise.
As I forget the cold winter wind,
I look to Spring's exuberant beauty,
Longing for all of her life
So that I may take her wonders,
Her consistent quest for life's splendors
And place them lovingly in your hands...
No comments:
Post a Comment