| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
|
| ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| >> Static Item >> Poetry >> Environment >> ID #1574306 |
| |||||||||||||
|
There is spring in the air.
It floats on a whisper. The roses are in bloom. There are other flowers, too that are blooming. The green leaves returns to the trees. The sun shines ever so brilliantly. There is a peace not known any other time of year. There is a piece of something beautiful hanging in the air. The sun begins to stay up later than normal. The people get ready to face a warm summer. There is a certain kind of music in the air. The melodic tones of the wind plays a concerto. The surfers are upon the water. The man of the house grills tonight's supper. The children play outside till the stars shine. It is a lovely time of the year. It is a time of year that rainfall is commonplace. The April showers do bring May flowers. How beautiful are the days of Spring. How wonderful is God's timing for us to enjoy. How special is the springtime.
© Copyright 2009 jblackgloves number 35. (UN: harycubbybear at Writing.Com).
All rights reserved.
jblackgloves number 35. has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work. |