Spring

By percyfiere | Spring | 19 Oct 2020

Birds that sing,

In morning brings fragile mist.

The thirsty seed and child laughter,

Awaiting for summer breeze.

A bliss of solitude,

Where the sky and valleys kiss.

Beside the lake beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Waters that turned glass,

While crystals form on blades of grass.

Frozen in the winter chill,

All has changed but seems so still.

Sleeping bulbs,

Wait for their birth.

Spring is rebirth in the frozen earth.

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