Budding Trees
When trees bud their first green
All of nature rejoices when
Birds in early morn' sing,
New life all around, a butterfly omen-
It is time for love once again
Primitive energies overtake all beings
Expectant mothers' build their dens
I stop to watch two birds lovingly preen
Time to build on life, nature knows when
An ancient art performed through history
again and again
3/29/2014
Copyright © Amy Green | Year Posted 2014
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