Spring
Morning blossoms full of strength,
And petals beauty rise.
Clouds so often catch our breath,
A gift to the forlorn sky.
The soft wings of a butterfly,
The willows in the glade,
A newborn babes begin to cry,
As dewdrops kiss the blade.
Copyright © Aaron Inman | Year Posted 2008
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