Let There Be Spring
There are Springs so divine as to make one sing.
And there are Springs that warmly embrace queens and kings.
There's pure joy in watching the slow snow-melts of Mid-West Springs.
It's exhilarating in the Spring to see the rushing rapids from The High Sierras.
But there is sadness as tornadoes ripe through those Southern Springs.
I don't understand it all, but I will always be a lover of Spring and Fall.
Also, even though filled with adversity, Spring always rises to life universally.
Of late, there is much debate about 'Climate Change' and dramatic swings.
Some Springs have to wait in line until the Winter takes wings,
which might not happen until she's had her fill of cold bites and stings,
or until Winter ceases hiding behind deceptive clouds of ice, hale, and snow.
And sometimes Spring pitches a fit and demands Winter to pack up and go.
042522PSCtest, Spring Rhyme-8-12 Lines, Tania Kitchin
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