Kellsey Hartmann

(5-21-1994)

Beauty of Spring


it starts with the grass
slowly, blade by blade
growing, sprouting, covering
while more beauty is made

the green of the grass
then the green of the trees
slowly, but early showing
the small but budding leaves

the early flowers
pouring color and beauty
a still bland land
but now with color to see

the birds coming back
with their squawks and their tweets
the bround growing warm
beneathe my bare feet

the bunnies and the squirrels
the turtles and the snakes
the fish swimming free
in the thawing lakes

the beauty of Spring
with new life all around!
the coming of pure beauty
with the thawing ground

Submitted: Tuesday, February 07, 2012
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