Dreaming of Spring on February Day

                             Every fairy must have a garden. Well, at least
                             a very small garden, it can even be just tiny,
                             but the real one .



Somebody might say: "Hopeless, no way
Dreaming of Spring on February day."
Even a calendar, a pigeon, and a street light
Are telling me: "In May! This is so not right."

Yet, Spring will come, you know very well,
Like a friendly mailman it will ring a doorbell.
It will paint grass green and clouds little pink.
Trust me it will happen faster than you blink.

And from a pile of branches mother soon to be
Beautiful and gracious will float a bumblebee.
Skilled express their passion without any words
In the fragrant air will sing the nesting birds.

Will be buzzing bees in the blooming trees ,
Ice on frozen creek will start to move with ease.
And will be so warm even a little hot,
And will tulips bloom in the garden pot.

That's how it always was, that's how it always be,
Doesn't matter if... will be no you or me.
Only I believe if we will pass away,
We will be born again into this life someday.

And this is the reason to keep Earth out of harm's way
Not only for our children, but for us to stay.




From the review by Moonstone:
"Overall, I liked the concept and your execution. Your similes and personification fit so smoothly into the story, and add another level to it. Your descriptions are good as well, and I enjoyed the feeling of hope in the poem(I don't know if that was what you were going for but that's what I got).
If I had to change a couple things I would add a little more spacing between the lines, only because it is a bit hard to read. Also, the line "Will be fragrance in the air. Nesting birds will sing." It didn't rhyme as smoothly as the others did. I know it was because it was the closest rhyme, and it does flow, but next time I would try to incorporate it a bit more smoothly."
02/23