In the spring the time does come
when trees are laced in white;
the blossoms flutter in the breeze
like dresses twirling in delight.
The sweet scent drifting on the breeze--
it sinks into your soul;
it spreads all through you deep inside,
you find it's your heart it's stole.
You long for it to keep you there,
all bright and white and new;
New life bursting all year long--
Bursting, blooming out of you.
But petals fall and flutter down,
they go just one by one;
the rich green leaves will take their place,
their glorious beauty done.
And soon the rich green leaves will fall,
they'll tumble to the ground;
the limbs all sparse and barren,
no sign of life is found.
Until another year begins
and dances in with style;
Twirling, spinning, life returns,
rewarding life's dim trial.
1 comment:
Your wording is so illustrative! Very spring-like poem. I've got to read these more often!
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