The Vibrant Spring Poem by Brett White

The Vibrant Spring goes away, far too Soon,
Vibrant like a Monarch, shedding her Cocoon--
To Grace my Eyes on a breezy Summer Day,
To kiss the Air, and in the Robin's Call, play.
The Small Things in Nature bring such Delight,
Like a Doe eating peacefully, without fright.
And Perfect Moments in Time deserve a Rhyme,
To hold them close in my Soul, Sublime.
Because Perfect Days, they cannot all be,
But Perfect were the Days spent, just you and me.
And though they're long gone, the memory remains,
And my Broken Heart still beating, my Soul, stains.
But as Broken as it is, the Soul always Heals,
And Pain I would not eschew, I am one who feels
All Sensations, discriminating against None,
And in the Battle of Life, only from Time I run.
I learn everything Worthy from Nature,
Opening my Heart to the Robin's call: nuture...
A word which galvanizes my very Soul,
In May's Heavenly Spring-time Vibrant Glow.
And all Worries and Cares simply cease to be,
And God's Beauty in the Trees takes care of me.
A breeze softly lilts and carries away my Soul,
To Hidden Avenues where wild flowers grow.
And God, invisible like the Breeze, transports me thus,
Into the Hidden Realms of Nature, the one
Whom I shall always trust (and Love :))

5-4-14