Spring

by Jennifer   May 9, 2007


The buds on the trees have become fresh green leaves.
The birds all sing their sweet serenade.
The sun is shining, sunny each morn.
The grass is no longer dead and yellow.
Relief of winter's wrath, Spring has finally arrived!

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  • 17 years ago

    by Gem

    "The birds all sing their sweet serenade.
    The sun is shining, sunny each morn."

    I loved those lines =)

    This may be a short poem but you've said all you needed to say. The phrase 'short and sweet' comes to mind
    Excellent piece
    5/5
    *Gem*

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