#sping
The song of spring is in the wind,
The smell of rain heavy in the air.
What once was frozen solid,
Now breaths life into the soul.
Born from hope and desperate dreams,
The bright rays of life infiltrate the skies.
Rising from death and growing strong,
Enchanting green joins the living.
Returning peace to the once restless,
Warmth to the cold.
Winter is finally leaving,
The snow finally melting.
Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 3:13 PM UTC
All is green, the time is new,
Voices fill the air.
This matters not, less than a bit,
The end to this is near.
Birthing, raising, and children playing,
Leisure thick for all.
I tell you though, it's not to last,
All things are bound to fall.
And as I've said, foretold just now,
Sunlit colors fade in.
Trees slim up and birds fly down,
The time of end begins.
Silence, cold, and darkness reign,
Few are seen or heard.
But as you've probably noticed,
This is far from the final word.
True permanence is temporary,
Soon daybreak and sunshine stream.
The time of plenty has come again,
And the world joyfully gleams.
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 10:21 PM UTC