It is when the emerald sea crashes
against the rocks,
and the gleaming, sapphire ice
crumbles under the weight of spring
and breaks winter's locks.
It is when the golden fields are
brushed by the wind and hums,
while the buds bloom and
dance and breeze
by our thumbs.
Can you hear it?
Can you feel the power?
Nature brings the world life
and hope and a future.
So blooms the flower...
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A Little Bit of Happiness, A Little Bit of Joy
PoetryPoems for the soul or whatever you feel like. Most of them are happy because that's nice, right? Anyway, these are just fun little poems about all sorts of things. If you want you can even make a request on a subject or style! Except suicide or self...
