Springtime


A time of rejoicement in meadows that bloom.
Brooks that babble.
Winter's cold wind overpowerd by soft sweet sunlight.
Small flowers turn their faces to the life giving warmth.
Walk barefoot on dewy grass, tiptoeing like a fairy on a cloud,
a goddess on a ray of light.
Grey is gone.
Only green remains, filling our hearts with joy.
Like the bright blue sky that stretches
On
Forever.
Springtime is here.


2002/2003?
Copyright 2002 Mallory Maloney