Poems of Me

Spring of New Beginnings

22/10/13

The sun shines down on us as a new season awakens

For the flowers bloom and the pollons paths aren't shaken

The birds fly lower,

Their plumage showing in full colour

And the infants of the wildhood are born; living off the suns rays

This is how they spend most of their days

Song birds chirp and chatter in the tops

Saying "Wake up! Passed, have the raindrops"

And all of us walk through the wintered tracks of bush

To a meadow, who's daisies are in full push

The sights to see are beautiful and true

The meadow, a lush green, and the sky, a hazy blue

Animals call for the newly borns await for shelter

Perhapes something not of a mans pleasure

Is the secret of the animals treasure

They see the beauty of Spring,

The place they live in

But alas, mankind turns a blind eye

When Winter comes, where few newborns survive

As we enjoy the sights now

Soon we must go

For Spring will soon be over full show