Spring is when the grass turns green
the soil soft where my body lies.
The birds awake me
and the crickets sing me to sleep.
Spring is when the grass turns green
and the bugs come out to play.
When the promise of summer lingers
behind every morning rain.
Spring is when the grass turns green
as I clap the dirt off my hands.
And the flowers bloom before my eyes
popping up from their tiny beds.
Spring is when the grass turns green
the first fly buzz in my ear.
When the sun peeks out and bathes my skin
and my hair turns the lightest gold.
Spring is when the grass turns green
the sky vibrant azure
the tulips crimson
and my skin amber.
Spring is when the grass turns green
and the butterfly unfolds.
May 6, 2013
May 6, 2013 at 5:25 PM UTC
Spring is when the grass turns green
the soil soft where my body lies.
The birds awake me
and the crickets sing me to sleep.
Spring is when the grass turns green
and the bugs come out to play.
When the promise of summer lingers
behind every morning rain.
Spring is when the grass turns green
as I clap the dirt off my hands.
And the flowers bloom before my eyes
popping up from their tiny beds.
Spring is when the grass turns green
the first fly buzz in my ear.
When the sun peeks out and bathes my skin
and my hair turns the lightest gold.
Spring is when the grass turns green
the sky vibrant azure
the tulips crimson
and my skin amber.
Spring is when the grass turns green
and the butterfly unfolds.
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