“So many colours out there, you go nuts!” Gun Roswell
Spring cacophony
Up the tree tops
Look up at the tree tops
The buds have really popped
As nothing could have the spring stopped
And it finally topped
The cruel grey season
Lasting too long, almost like treason
By Mother Nature as only she can
Release all the growth from their wintry prison
But now the wait is over
And the colours are all over and everywhere
Dance around in the fields over there
And sing a song of spring in here
Your poem is beautiful. It should accompany every flower field π
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Thank you π
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Spring is always a season of growth, of embarking on brand new adventures in life…
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True!
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