The Birth of Spring
. THE BIRTH OF SPRING
To see and breath the birth of spring,
Ripe with the taste of soil and grass
You feel the freshness on your fingers.
Birds chirp pieces out of the morning
Silence, and the speckled colored bass
Float in lakes or up and over fly
Painted waters of pebbled streams.
In violet night, stars shine like glass
And the sweet smell of earth lingers
The crickets and whippoorwills sings
The songs of the virginal lass
And a boy clasping her fingers.
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