A poem of springs blooming and flinging's.
|Spring is flinging it's presence all around.
Placing leaves in the right spot to hang on, until they fall to the ground.
Revealing God's love for all nature and mankind.
It would be great if we could take it all in stride.
Nearing a state that brings peace and quiet,
Giving a sense of just needing to stare in awe.
Spring flings it's presence all about.
Filling people with glee.
Liberty from the day to flee.
In the fields of newly blooming trees,
Now is the time to be free.
Gone are the days of drudgery and cold.
Subjected to the elements icy hold.
Spring Flings it's presence, bringing hope, new birth, and the sense things will be okay after all.