Spring
Spring
The buds slowly peek into the sunlight
As flowers bloom inside the verdant pastures
Among the slowly winding, silvery, gurgling stream
The yellow daffodils sway back and forth, caress by the whistling wind
Beside the pasture, early in the morning, the birds are now moving
With many chattering, chirping and dancing through the trees
Winter has loosen his cold tentacles
And beards are no longer seen
The rays of sun cast a beautiful light on the wet grass
And even the the squirrels and the chipmunks find food to eat
There is new growth everywhere and excitement in the air
All is well, there is a hint of a cool summer breeze
William Morrissey12/03/12
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