spring

[heavenliejediofthebeach]

In the soft morning pale mist,
the air rose above her wrist,
the dawn of twilight lay on the mountain,
as she walk the garden again and again,
the barren trees growing a bright and fiery,
her toes refreshed the lawn a green hue,
and the frozen river awaken anew,
her brown hair sprang roots of trees,
breathe sweet broke cold stale air a gentle breeze,
bulbs of balls, rainbows rose out of snowy ash,
so beautiful the shades could never clash,
quiet the realm of sound,
until her voice bore the birds aloud,
the scent of winter no longer wrought,
only spring in sweeten thought,
so days brought ever instance of joy
making sure winter stay out and wrangled in coy

 

[entice me not]

cool!

 

[One Son of Many]

ah yes, Spring is the best time of year! I already hear the birds of spring singing....as you say, breaking the quiet of the realm of sound.