Author's Note: I wrote this poem to convey the natural order and cycle of things through something that everybody understands. What better that nature?
Spring hides in and underneath all that is winter
Waiting paitiently to shine
Growing with each second
Finding itself
Slowly it emerges
Washing away white as a speck of dirt
Chances appear like new leaves
A new birth
As a mother nutures a child
The earth is nurtured by spring
But as a mother must let go
So must spring into a warm peaceful summer
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
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