Spring
In spring's tender embrace, buds awake,
Whispering secrets, the Earth feels a shake.
Leaves arrives with its fiery glow,
Fields of gold, rivers aglow.
A spring brush paints the world in hues,
Petals dance freely, lighting a fuse.
A cold descends, a soft wind,
Raindrops fall softly, in silence, a sin.
Each change in this life, still untold,
In the Earth's harmony, the story unfolds.
Through these cycles of change, will I ever refrain?
But these cynical rhythms, will forever sustain.
Copyright © Shanice Gambers | Year Posted 2024
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