Spring: A poem
Sitting in the midst of a suburban field
Echoes of the highway laced with the racing winds
The blue sky above
With shy sunlight, peeking amidst the floating white puffs
Butterflies, dancing from one sprouting dandelion to another
Accompanied by murmurs and muted sounds of glee
It is spring
A fresh feeling,
Signalling a new beginning
Echoes of the highway laced with the racing winds
The blue sky above
With shy sunlight, peeking amidst the floating white puffs
Butterflies, dancing from one sprouting dandelion to another
Accompanied by murmurs and muted sounds of glee
It is spring
A fresh feeling,
Signalling a new beginning