In a Spring Wood
I awoke to the sound
of birds calling
Such joyous chorusing
In a Spring wood
So fresh
So new
The colours iIsaw
The vividness too
To run through
The trees
The wind upon my face
A sea of purple and blue
Flowers underfoot too
So many shades of green
In a spring wood
I was lost in between
Such a fresh dawn
Rosy red
To live life anew
To be reborn
Start again too
Copyright © Matthew Brackley | Year Posted 2007
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