SpringA Poem by To be scene To be heard
Flowers slowly blooming.
Bright green leaves cover the trees. A light breezes with a hint of warmth flows threw me. Little signs of winter start to fade. Spring is almost here. Brightly painted butterfly's fly about. Color starts consuming nature. Rain sprinkles down. Making everything shine and twinkle. I take me paint brush. And capture the beauty. © 2012 To be scene To be heard |
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