walked slowly down a little lane,
Someone said that spring was
And looking closely there I found,
hanging in the air.
The sun nestled against the sky shines
It’s rays of warmth to give…
Knowing that without it’s
No growing things can live.
The flash of a robin‘s bright red
And a mocking bird to sing…
The buzzing of bees flying
on a quest,
And a butterfly takes
Pink blossoms clustered on an apple
Purple violets peer through grass…
To give a quick and
To all of those who
Pretty flowers strut beside the
Bringing cheer to all who see…
Awake from winter’s long
Rejoice in being free.
flaunt their colors in every hue,
As they strive to do their
To be more perfect than those before,
before they rest.
Far in the distance thunder rolls,
To quench the thirst and calm the dust,
little country lane.
© Loree (Mason)
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