Spring

This is the first in a series of four poems about the four seasons.

Clouds overfill the sky

Darkness falls over the land 

Sadness fills the air 

The land still ravaged from the Winter Past

Thunder rolls across the sky

Droplets of rain fall onto the ground

Happiness slowly rises from the dirt

A colorful arrangement of plants start to arise

The leaves on the trees slowly bud back out

And out of nowhere 

Light bursts from the clouds

The powerful rays of the sun speeds the growth of the happiness

Peaceful silence rises as the happiness spreads

The smells of Present Spring show clearly

But it lasts not

For the heat will become to much

And the storms only lay in the horizon 

With Summer Yet to Come  

Author's Note

Make sure to check out my other three poems in this series! Summer, Fall, and Winter.