Spring has come once more,
giving new life to seed, or bulb, and moss’s spore.
awake the sleepy eyed hibernating creatures,
I could name each one with their distinctive features.
Silvery clouds gather above, giving drink to life from
Nature with love.
The eight legged crawler building his home, as the new born
butterfly flutters to roam.
Yes it is spring all is anew, listen to the song of the birds, there’s
not Just a few.
I marvel at these wonders, all that I see, the wonderful things that always must be, beautiful don't you agree.
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