Rising Sun
Rising sun breaks the early chill,
stirring the wild from a long cold sleep.
Spring flowers bursting on the hill,
with dark Red Buds in forests deep,
under fluffy clouds, white like sheep.
Singing birds in light green trees,
while squirrels chase lovers at play.
The humming sound of bumble bees,
above the ants toiling all day,
as a fish jumps, flashing suns ray.
for the Spring day English Quintain contest.
Feb. 7, 2012
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