Spring
Spring has sprung
The grass is ris'
I wonder where the flowers is?
The flowers of joy
The flowers of sorrow
The petals fall
I may never live
To see the 'morrow
I see a fresh running stream
A beautiful stream
Is it real,
Or a punishing dream?
I wade my feet in its waters
It's cold but jolly
I like that, it's a lot like life
Ahead are fresh wild berries
The berries may not be ripe
But poisonous and deadly
I am not afraid
And I taste with the wild look
Of the devil inside me
Sometimes the noble beast of man
Becomes calloused and fails to see
The wonders of mother nature
Whose beauty is my greatest master
I find a tree
Sit and close my eyes
With thoughts
And a smile.
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