Poetry Book 1

Spring

Soft blue skies, painted by the gentle hands behind a brush, with puffs of white, unique clouds.
A chinook breeze coats the picture with grace and elegance, bringing warmth to the world with a gentle touch.
Cool mud holds this scene together, making sure it won't float off into oblivion.
Earth green grass, adding the perfect accent to the whole piece, is if it were fate made among the stars.
The chirp of little black birds prepare the mix tape of background music, seemingly out of tune but perfectly in sync.

This is rebirth.

This is renewal.

This is spring.