Spring Blossoms, Flowers Bloom
It's the start of season's beginnings,
And the end of winter dooms.
The beginnings of life
Terminations of death.
The birth of many loves
As well as its demises
The peace is subsiding
And war is dawning.
For in the fields of nature
Every blade of grass,
Every flower pedal,
Counts for every minuscule effect
That nature has on our mind's eye.
But every ray of light
And all the drops of rain
Mark the rise and fall of life
And the journeys within.
Dec 24, 2012
Dec 24, 2012 at 5:06 PM UTC
Spring Blossoms, Flowers Bloom
It's the start of season's beginnings,
And the end of winter dooms.
The beginnings of life
Terminations of death.
The birth of many loves
As well as its demises
The peace is subsiding
And war is dawning.
For in the fields of nature
Every blade of grass,
Every flower pedal,
Counts for every minuscule effect
That nature has on our mind's eye.
But every ray of light
And all the drops of rain
Mark the rise and fall of life
And the journeys within.
Written April 8, 2003
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