World Comes Alive Spring Is In the Air
World Comes Alive Spring Is In The Air
Pleasure in the Spring it springs in the air.
Whiff scent of nature's breath upon my cheeks
while buds unfurl into artistry flare.
Grace upon agents to pass golden streaks.
Oh, give us a taste of pleasure flowers;
you bloom pretty on fruit trees to bear fruit,
when the spent sun throws up its ray showers
some laborer of life from hidden root.
A spring garden spears scarlet red tulips.
Which plants short or small leaf and which is bloom?
Angel's trumpet as you hang off eave lips.
Oh, give colour bouquet of sweet perfume.
The world comes alive, Spring is in the air.
A new dress it wears. In awe life does stare.
3/2/2018
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