Promise of Spring
Like a breath of fresh air,
Cometh the spring.
A promise of everything,
Under its vast wing.
A chance to start over,
After all was lost.
Regrow new beginnings,
Whatever the cost.
A time when all is new,
And the world turns to green.
A time to refresh, start over,
Like mating birds on the wing.
So, get busy, and to the task,
Spring is very short, will not last.
An Old Mill Pond in Spring Ron AI
Springtime should not only energize and revive the
environment, but it should be a time when we get busy
and change, too.
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