Upon Springs hem
we become
Attuned to the morning
sparrow melodies
With their sweet honey
chorus
And gems
The canopy
of green leaves
Upon the maple trees
With their quiet majesties
The blooming of roses
Like long lost valentines
It must be sweet to be a gardener
WithIn the hips of Spring
And feel flowers sing
With all of Loves longing
They are the down to earth
Royalty of petals and beauty
And what they love
Is what we can love
All the more
In our own unique way
As loves flowers begin again
To sway
What romantics innately love
Like Vineyards to breeze
Even the gardeners
in the galapagos
Have an array of splendors
to cultivate
As the lyrical
Is felt with the kisses
Of Moonlight of sweet rain
And sighs can fly
Way deep down inside
Like things like wings glide
WithIn
With our love
All the way to Moon
Reynaldo Casison
Apr 5, 2025
Apr 5, 2025 at 10:15 PM UTC
Upon Springs hem
we become
Attuned to the morning
sparrow melodies
With their sweet honey
chorus
And gems
The canopy
of green leaves
Upon the maple trees
With their quiet majesties
The blooming of roses
Like long lost valentines
It must be sweet to be a gardener
WithIn the hips of Spring
And feel flowers sing
With all of Loves longing
They are the down to earth
Royalty of petals and beauty
And what they love
Is what we can love
All the more
In our own unique way
As loves flowers begin again
To sway
What romantics innately love
Like Vineyards to breeze
Even the gardeners
in the galapagos
Have an array of splendors
to cultivate
As the lyrical
Is felt with the kisses
Of Moonlight of sweet rain
And sighs can fly
Way deep down inside
Like things like wings glide
WithIn
With our love
All the way to Moon
Reynaldo Casison