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Poem - What Spring means to me

posted May 3, 2014, 10:00 AM by Tibba Stoutfoot
by Simbo Rumblebelly
 
Oh, I wake in the morning and look out the window
To witness the sun rising up o'er the hills
So slowly it spreads all its rays on the gardens
Whilst bringing to life all the things that laid still

A land that was sleeping in Winter awakens
As gently the meadows around turn to green
The flowers unfurl their delicate petals
And trees become covered in garlands of leaves

The cockerel is crowing, all creatures are stirring
Like sleepers awaking into a new dream
Among the tall branches, the birds are all singing
And fish start their dancing in silvery streams

And even a shower gives such a fine sparkle
As rainbows start painting their arcs in the sky
The clouds drifting by like the sheep in the pastures
I take a good look and I let out a sigh

I wish I could capture these moments forever
The delicate singing of colourful birds
The beautiful sights of the rivers and meadows
I wish I could capture it all in some words

My head is now full of such wonderful visions
With the coming of Spring with its natural sights
And truly I know now that Spring has its meaning
It's means that we all have poems to write!
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