The day was fresh but frosty cold
The ground an icy white
Under a layer of dense fog
The sun peeked out so bright.
For it was nearly March now
Spring was on its way
Some vegetation dying
Can't live another day.
The days were getting longer
An hour now added on
Soon tiny little creatures
Would know where they belong.
I love this time of year, don't you?
Mother Nature does as well
Soon tiny little buds
Will quickly grow and swell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well crafted wonderful poem.........10+++++