It's Time Poem by Carolyn Brunelle
It's Time
She sloshed around in rain boots
But didn’t wear them long;
Soon she was dancing barefoot
To an entirely different song.
In a gay flourish of colors
She fairly burst upon the scene,
Closing the door on winter
Leaving blossoms befitting spring.
We could only skip along with her
Nothing else we could do
Mother Nature knows when it’s time
For her beloved earth to renew.
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