Miracle Of Seasons Poem by Rebecca Navarre
Miracle Of Seasons
All that's left is just a spot of glistening
snow. Where the green grass is beginning
to sprout and grow. The miracles of winter are
beginning to fade, life is miraculously recultivating.
And the miracles of spring are beginning to show.
The buds on the trees are telling us so.
How sweet is the squirrel here, thank you so much for sharing, Becca!
2) heard and declamate! Thank you so much for sharing this enchanting Song, dear Becca! True scintillating in the ears. God's Blessings!
WOW! What an enchanting Melody, this poem is just like a sweet Song, becoming sweeter then sweetest.5 Stars full and to my Favourites. This sweetest Song is loveliest to be read,
Beautifully crafted with great imagery. To my Poem List
The best of winter and spring have been vividly depicted in this marvelous write
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5/10/2024 6:42:49 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Where the green grass is beginning to sprout and grow.... great expression. A poem that spreads the vives of hope. The saga of is presented in a nutshell... admired.