Spring!!!

The birds do sing a song to summon the rise.
As flowers slowly reach their peddles to the prise,
Of a bright sunny morning caressing the land.
Clouds come alive!
To dance above the blueish Sky's.

Bubbling, Babbling, laughing among rocks beneath,
Rivers slowly sneaking along the cliffs chattering teeth.
Deer meandering to drink of the mischievous water,
While trees delicately shade the many wonders,
Diving, swimming, flying while the river slowly squanders.

Hope has returned to this God forsaken land.
To see the brilliant colors that dance on the sand,
Life is now here calling the forest to flourish.
The Cold dead hand of the winter's passing,
Life has warmed the heart and cold ceasing.

By Aimee R.M. Condon