Tuesday, January 23, 2018
I go outside on a chilly day
Look up and down my flower beds
My little friends look up at me
With their sad little wintery heads.
They seem to say to me, "Help us! "
Sometimes I just want to cry
And sadly some didn't make it
I didn't even get to say good-bye.
But I must look ahead for tomorrow
Each day brings us closer to spring
Then, as warm sun shines on them
Amazing beauty is what it will bring!
Topic(s) of this poem: spring,beauty,flowers