Poetry of Spring

Littlest Child (9), not to be outdone by Eldest's chance at being featured, offered up this poem. I'll take it.

"Spring"

Trees hit by the breeze
flowing through the midnight sky,
a bird flies North, a boat sails South,
the sun starts rising in the East,
beautiful colors round and round,
a lily sprouts up, a spring surprise.
Flowers blooming everywhere, the sun
now risen, shining peacefully, waiting
patiently for spring to call the
sun to warmth. Almost time for
animals to come out from their
winter migrations, for snow's now
melted and, do you hear it,
spring's now calling. It's time
to wake up from winter's cold sea.

White Flower picture by Sonia. Used with permission.

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