Sprung

Its ardor grew like the sprouts being verdant green, As the lowliness of a meadow's reach for sun. Their whispered breaths trails farewell to a doting Spring, Neath the grassy spreads of life, seeks a saffron sky. Enters the hoverance, flights a white dove anoints, Midst the sanctity of two sovereign realms try. Outstretched kingdoms, one for freedom, the other life, Strengths of north fills a challenge for a mindful one, Bugs bout as relief flies south, alive the wildlife. Chills emboldens blades of light green of vale's floor, Nigh, the lilacs stirs, awoke to the brisk breaker, Met none worthy to stay, opens and yonders for more. Draws, violets, lavenders and wisteria, Borders a rising mound of tawny heights and greens, Guarded by shrubs of small flowers called spirea. Giant browns, statuesques greens, dwarfs all around their keeps, Left to their girth an ancient value stems their growth, Sets the stage for a different sort, anew reaps. The stares of glowing eyes hides in thick overgrowths, Brittle frames to large furs, fickle feet to sharp claws. Ascends above, touch rays of love, its gifts promotes. Heralds a summer, dales to hills of nature's laws, We absorb the gales, walk trails, all in awes. Date: 06/09/2019 *Syllable Counter checked 12-12-12, 12-12-12, 12-12-12, 12-12-12, 12-12-12, 12-12-12, 12-12-12, 12-12