Flowering (Ae Freslighe) Poem by Gert Strydom

Flowering (Ae Freslighe)



Flowering trees stand shaking
as in their branches birds play,
in the morn I am waking
to a sunny kind of day.

It is during times of spring
in nature, I want to stay
to see the flowers rising
before the sun sneaks away.

The blooming does love display;
in this time there is something
that takes all your cares away
when all blossoms are flowering.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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