Spring
Flowers bow before the sky.
Puffy clouds drift lazily by.
Birds are now chirping a song.
Sunshine rays feel of gold bronze.
Butterflies dance in the gentle wind.
Warm weather, God surely does send.
Spring is knocking on my door.
How can I stay inside and ignore?
It is begging me to come out and play.
Leave the work inside for another day.
Copyright © Stacey Watts | Year Posted 2011
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