A New Spring (2) Poem by Phil Soar
A New Spring (2)
The sound of water, on pebbles in streams
Can sound like pure magic in overnight dreams
And the birdsong amazing, as dawn seeks out day
And the troubles of winter seem so far away
When the ground seems like carpet, as spring's underway
And the nature around us has something to say
Just to sit and breath quietly while taking it in
Is a pleasurable hobby, at the start of the spring
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