A poem about the beauty of spring and how it intrinsically recreates us every ye

In Spring...
I need to hear the wind sighing in the trees,
I need to hear the crows cawing in the breeze.
I need to see the cardinal, always on high,
I need to see the wild geese flying by.

I need to feel the cold rain patting on my face,
I need to feel the damp earth; it anchors me in space.
I need to plant seeds and watch them grow,
I need to see the clear forest creek flow.

I need to hear the robins calling for rain,
I need to see the bugs and worms, all born again.
All these things I need if I want to be me,
The beauties of the earth, forever free.

aaaawwwwww!!
did you write it Krish?

i did not write that but it does sound like exactly what i would  write.

spring bring new hope

since you enjoyed that one . maybe i should write. i do enjoy writing poems.

i love spring
i notice that my bulbs have popped out from the ground.....another sure sign that spring is just around that corner
but......hubby and i went out for a walk earlier in the evening and it is -7C out there :o

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since you enjoyed that one . maybe i should write. i do enjoy writing poems.
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go ahead.....write one

let me try a quick one on my old car. hopefull it only take 15 minutes.

roses are red
violets are blue
spring is coming
so let say.....yahoooooo!!!
::LOL::