Here comes the spring
With its color
Decorating mother Nature.
As they sing,
The flowers swing
Glowing up to their fullest
And fruits being the purest.
As they sing,
The birds chirp as they flap their wings
Beasts are out of caves
Playing around through the days.
As they sing,
Love fuels up even in the ruthless king
People roam around the town
Telling stories about them renown.
**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*
Note: “Them” is a metaphor only. Readers can imagine anyone as “Them”
Also sorry for this poem being short :(
YOU ARE READING
HOPES FROM MOON
PuisiPoetry is free writing. You can express every inch of your feelings and decorate them with your emotions. I personally love poetry a lot and I do encourage you all to start poetry right on. who can say, it can become the gateway of euphoria in you...