At The Beginning Of Spring Poem by Gert Strydom

At The Beginning Of Spring



Around me at the begging of spring
I see the works of God disguised
in the scheherazade of white, pink and yellow
flowers on the trees,
hanging with sweet innocence,
but not without coincidence,
still a part of an eternal plan
of the way that things are bound to go,
which includes man

the being who with choice
can live with integrity
or without conscience
be just another animal
in the great zoo
called the world.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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