~Springtime~ |
The balmy breeze of spring,
It’s the time for planting.
The cool rain is falling,
The rainbow is coming.
Now take your umbrella,
And come see the llama.
An unfolding drama,
Sweet song of the lira.
The black soil is muddy,
All the paths are miry.
The plants will quickly grow,
A new joy for the bee.
Oh! Spring is at the door,
For the rich and the poor.
Soon summer will decor,
Beauties none will ignore.
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1 comment:
Isn't spring such a wonderful time of year, Kay? And your poem captured it well. :) Thank you for sharing it!
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