Post by keith on Jun 29, 2021 6:38:30 GMT -5
Where the tree branches clatter while green leaves whisper back
there are so many different colours that springtime seems to lack,
from a shining silver concerto to the the gold of a soft sunlit sky
give a deep crisp bronzed reminder as they’re whispering goodbye,
from pine needle greenness to dark pastures that are still fast asleep
with such a song in their hearts that their memories will always keep,
nature is so easy to understand, like rainbows from another land
wrapped all around us like a coloured shawl, a lovely feeling after all.
When the various echoes of winter crawl silently back to the night
the pages of shade painted green are now much more lucid and bright,
spring flowers push blooms to the surface, just to be admired and seen
so much of lifes song has recovered to the wonderful way it has been,
and the criss crossed gold clouds finally cast off their grey shroud
as they bathed in the shine of the sun that the blue skies allowed,
natures song is whisper soft, yet substantially so wonderfully bright
more like a shake off of the cold chill winds then steop into the light.
Why the Faeries still play endlessly in their glades of darkest green
while their hours shrink to the moments painted on a bamboo screen,
and when their Faerie music drifts on by on soft zephyrs of lifes breeze
although there seems so much of life, there’s hardly enough to sieze,
the sweet Faeries dance with so much flair, yet even when they sleep
deep dreams and promises hold hands, for theres not enough to keep,
mother nature wraps its rainbows round the columns of each dawn
to make quite sure each new day comes with a sense of being born…
there are so many different colours that springtime seems to lack,
from a shining silver concerto to the the gold of a soft sunlit sky
give a deep crisp bronzed reminder as they’re whispering goodbye,
from pine needle greenness to dark pastures that are still fast asleep
with such a song in their hearts that their memories will always keep,
nature is so easy to understand, like rainbows from another land
wrapped all around us like a coloured shawl, a lovely feeling after all.
When the various echoes of winter crawl silently back to the night
the pages of shade painted green are now much more lucid and bright,
spring flowers push blooms to the surface, just to be admired and seen
so much of lifes song has recovered to the wonderful way it has been,
and the criss crossed gold clouds finally cast off their grey shroud
as they bathed in the shine of the sun that the blue skies allowed,
natures song is whisper soft, yet substantially so wonderfully bright
more like a shake off of the cold chill winds then steop into the light.
Why the Faeries still play endlessly in their glades of darkest green
while their hours shrink to the moments painted on a bamboo screen,
and when their Faerie music drifts on by on soft zephyrs of lifes breeze
although there seems so much of life, there’s hardly enough to sieze,
the sweet Faeries dance with so much flair, yet even when they sleep
deep dreams and promises hold hands, for theres not enough to keep,
mother nature wraps its rainbows round the columns of each dawn
to make quite sure each new day comes with a sense of being born…
this poem with all the magic and the beauty of seasons and their colours. We are so lucky to have this all to see with our eyes and Nature's beauty proves beyond words always again. Thank you. xx
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time for me 
echoes, hope you all are doing well 
