The Gradual Stir
The rising of April has made its rouse
As the clattering song of a mating grouse
Sweet gentle breezes echoing spring
The morning dove wistfully sings
Sepia fields of unmade soil
Waiting patiently to be toiled
Sleeping bulbs awake to treasure the sun
A new journey of life has began
New born wildlife greet the day
A new generation struggle to stand and sway
Creeks emerge and glisten while passing on their jaunt
Dancing tulips smile with grace and flaunt
A time to cast off a shivery flavor
And salute a season that can be savored
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