Spring Poem All Poetry author notperfect

Spring

I shall not ponder the woes of yesterday,
for it is not just a new day,
but Spring has come fourth.
A sequence inherited of the earth.

New life comes with such the season
it marvels the naked eye.
It seduces the soul too renew it's vows
every morning upon it's new arrival.

Blasts of light that transforms the dead foliage.
The rays of sun move forward to Spring.
While new born buds master their growth.
One of life's greatest sensations is birth.

A single bud sprouts fourth with out a care,
not ever knowing about harvest.
Nature is a true artist~ the earth it's canvas.
This is more then romance could ever adorn.

Simplicity lies on the minds of those who
can not bare witness to such magnificent beauty.
Perfection the earth has attained,
with the help of rain, and the radiance of the sun.

A canvas worth saving.
It's worth; more then all the riches in the world.
At last ~Spring comes forward,
a green treasure to behold.
 

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