Spring
Easter lilies are in full bloom
As young men think of love.
Women can feel passion within
As they view the nesting dove.
Spring hangs her blossoms on the trees
Though winter's moss is dry and dead,
As their sweet scent invades the air,
Blades of grass raise their head.
Spring will soon vanish with the rose
And summer shall scorch earth again.
Daughter of heaven, mother of all,
Spring's loved by both women and men.
Copyright © Tom Zart | Year Posted 2006
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