A Talking Land

inspired by the woods once upon a time

Tis a talking land

With so much to say.

As to where I stand

What comes my way?

The wind whispers through the trees

telling secrets on the fly.

The secrets are the cool breeze

that brings pleasure to the sky.

A thousand skyward arms

hold the sun aloft.

The sun that means no harm

only warmth, sweet and soft.

The mosses crawl

and the birds do sing.

Earth gives her all

and peace she will bring.

Tis a talking land

with so much to say.

As to where I stand

love comes my way.

Reviews

[Muse]

This makes two poems that I've read about Spring today. I wish I could get in the same mood. Maybe I need to read a few more like yours. :) I found one grammer typo: As to where i stand
Capitalize the I, and fewer commas, it's poetry, so the break comes naturally. Otherwide I enjoyed very much.