Spring now artsy
In sunny orange days
And buds open, for summer rays
As quietness, overcomes me
Meantime, the wind softly blows
Through puffed-up treetops
Life continues to grow
Beneath, earth ground, land, crop
Sun rises with gaiety
Morning songbirds, sing quietly
Whilst, springtime dances, delicately
Amongst, the flower flattery
And nature renders
In symphonic splendor
As the resting moon, tenders
In sparkling, passionate, surrender
Blushing, brightly, in shiny supply
Stars twinkling, through the night sky
As I watch them glowing high
As night streams, with a visible eye
© daniel miltz
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