Transition

A Little Poem I Wrote About The Beauty Of Change.

Transition

A freezing and desolate time of year
The frigid land frozen by icy times
With only the peaceful zephyr to hear
And icicles growing from still wind chimes

But then the snow storms respite and soon stop
And biting winds turn to a pleasant breeze
The trees grow leaves and birds fly to the top
And buzzing can be heard from honey bees

The flowers sprout and soon will be in bloom
While the sun warms up the world with its rays
The chipmunks search for a place with more room
And the deer come from the forest to graze

But nothings as beautiful as this thing
The transition of winter into spring

The End

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