Flowers are growing, springs overflowing In colorful tides, Breezes are blowing, feelings are floating Heaving a sigh. Animals roaming, clashing and groaning In mating delight, Colors are glowing, nature's rejoicing Spring's here in wintertime.
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Posted: Nov 2010
About this poem:
Just remembering that after the blues there is always sunshine.
Comments (5)
Great poem.....
CJ