Spring
Ah, can you feel that breeze
That rustles the cherry trees
And brings me to my knees
As pink blossoms rain from the canopy
It is a sea of colors
The flowers, vines, and little crawlers
That scavenge the forest floor
Searching for something more
I smell that fresh scent
Of dew on grass blades
The soil that ferments
Under the thundering cascades
I stare up at the pin-like trees
Who stand still against the breeze
With bushes of leaves jade-green
I wonder what they have seen
A blue jay flies by
Its feathers blue as the sky
The heavens are it’s highway
Always looking headway
Spring
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