Terry Hoffman Poet Rondeau

Spring Sprouts

In the Spring time, buds all abound.
They poke up everywhere around,
within the glen, beside the stream.
With signs of new life they all seem
to pop and burst without a sound.
They cover each square inch of ground;
where e'er we look, they can be found.
It's like a new world, like a dream,
in the Spring time.

The miracles of life astound,
endure forever, round and round.
Mother Nature has her own scheme
for giving all Spring life a gleam.
New life is born in ev'ry mound
in the Spring time.

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