Oct 03, 2008 09:31
I cannot deny
That bitter cold makes me cry.
I shiver
And whither,
'Neath a dark, ugly sky.
When Spring rears its head,
I rejoyce-
Life's not dead!
How
Can one not adore
Such a glorious spread,
Of flowers,
And showers,
And green, yellow, and red?!
[alternate ending, dedicated to Pokes, who was opposed to the original...]
When Spring rears its head,
I rejoyce-
Life's not dead!
How
Can one not adore
Such a glorious spread,
Of flowers,
And showers,
And blooming roses of red?!