Like a Child, Young and Free
When the trees are pink and white
and the flowers are in bloom
there can be no thoughts of darkness
in my mind there is no gloom
How can I think of death
when surrounded by new life?
There is harmony in nature
not a single sign of strife
The air carries a freshness
born from winter's slow retreat
and the brown and hardened ground
soft and green beneath my feet
My soul is stirred to action
like a child, young and free
with the dancing of the flowers
and new buds among the trees
© Mike Wise
3/13/2016
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