Green is coming back

So delighted, for that

It makes me want to twirl

when flowers paint our world

Eyes sweep, then stare in a marveling gaze

with the deep down breaths of better days

The cold of winter passes on

to the sweet music of feathered songs

They echo lovely, through the background

to magically replace dissonant head sounds

And, rich blue skies prevail

while the strong lions, set sail

to brush against our recently, bared skin

reminding us of pleasure, once again

 

 

 

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