Matthew Brackley Poet Ballad

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

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