Spring has arrived, with a gentle breeze,
The world awakens from its winter freeze.
The earth comes alive, with a vibrant hue,
As nature's magic, unfolds anew.
The trees are blooming, with fragrant flowers,
And the grass is green, with renewed powers.
With a warm embrace, The sun shines bright,
And nature's beauty, we can't help but trace.
The birds sing sweetly, with a joyful tune,
As they build their nests, to welcome soon.
The butterflies flutter, with grace and ease,
As they dance on the flowers, in the spring breeze.
The world is alive, with a symphony of sound,
As animals stir and roam around.
The streams and rivers, flow once more,
And the earth is renewed, from shore to shore.
[To be continue...]
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Zenitsu
My name is Zenitsu and I have a passion for poetry. As a poet, I aim to evoke emotions, paint vivid imagery, and transport my readers to another world through my words.
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The Spring
The sun was high when Lance pulled off the road and into the dusty lot of the service station. The sign back at the hairpin--the first sign in a long time--said they just rolled into Hatter’s Creek, Population 63. It was small enough it didn’t appear on the handmap in Shelby’s lap, yet here it stood, the first backwater township on the fringes of the National Park. The plan was to gas up, restock the snack bag, and press on into the wilderness.
By Zack Graham6 days ago in Fiction
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