Silly Spring- Poem

Tulips and flowers mature with grace,

A warm sweet wind with it’s kind embrace-

Spiders wake to spin their silken lace,

Soft squirrels scurry to join life’s race.

Green grass grows then occupies space,

The sweetest smells of spring caressess your face.

Rain pelts down like a soldier with a mace-

Ah, silly spring- you’re quite the refresher from winter.

My only bother is that you bring me more splinters.

 

I know it was short and kinda derpy, but I hoped you enjoyed it anyway! ♠

Thanks for reading.

~Felicity Annora.

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