The Whispering Song of Spring
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The time has come,
Of wind and rain and sun;
A world rich in embroidery,
And sunlight pouring down on me.
Hear the birds calling forth,
With gladness, glee and mirth;
All the flowing rivers and streams,
The trees draped in garland leaves.
Sweet, I breathe the pure air,
Winter's ruin soon to disappear;
O, the blessed harmony of Spring,
The daisy and violet blooming flowers.
I feel new life in everything,
Hours can I dwell beneath the sky;
The forest weaves endlessly her filigree,
O, blessed is the whispering song of Spring.
August 26, 2012
Poetry/Verse/The Whispering Song Of Spring
Copyright Protected, ID 12-4163-23-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Spring Is In The Air
Sponsor, Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver
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