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Mar 2016 · 1.2k
Buds
Dark lifeless arms
Reaching out hoping to offer protection
To those who need the shelter
But unable to give the cover
As the white melts away
And the colors start to emerge
That is when the buds appear

Little green leaves
All of them different hues
Unfurling out of their little beds
Bringing life each year
To the no longer alone branches
Tall and small
Bringing new hope
To the little families
Trying to make a new home
Hidden in the shelter of the buds

As the sun goes away
And the leaves start to change
Red, yellow and orange
The wind rustling the branches
As they try once more
But always fail
To hold on to their hope
As it disappears
And wait for the life of next year
Mar 2016 · 222
Meadow
Rolling mounds of earth
Flowing through a valley
Blanketed with a cover of growing grasses
Short and tall
Medium and small
Little splashes of colors
Bloom in spring day
As April showers bring May flowers
The rain washes over the hills
The wind rustles the stalks back and forth
The plants fighting the wind
Flying every which way
But always staying still
Rooted to the ground
Gray clouds tumbling through the sky
Crying over the loss of the sun
And the plants press close to their home
As the wind hurdles at them
Threatening to take them away
Dots of color float in the wind
The petals that lost the battle

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