Two Happy and Magical Seasons
The year is not only made up
of two happy and magical seasons
when blooming and evergreen trees
host beautiful birds that make their nests
and gladly warble expressing delight...
don't they give us pulsating emotions?
How harmoniousness and vividness
can transform Nature giving it
lovely songs and sumptuous colors
that we joyfully admire with great enchantment!
How disharmony and dullness
change the landscape as we look on in discontent!
The year is only made up
of two happy and magical seasons,
it has also two dull ones
that anticipate doom when trees
turn auburn and frost
covers them, then they all turn white!
Who looks at flowers with wonderment
more than we actually do? It's children
who have no knowledge but appreciate beauty;
we should be like them any way we can,
and spend more time observing their fragility!
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2021
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