The wood is green
and the trees are budding
I hear birds singing
Now they are returning
It must be spring
That time of year
When the magic of nature
is everywhere
The flowers grow
and the daffs are out
It won't be long
Before lambing starts
I love Spring
above any season
The Green man walks by
awakening
There's so much life reborn anew
This cycle of beauty
Shining through
The wood is green
The fields are too
Spring is coming
Full of hope
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Saxon Crow (
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A fine write Crow.
You reading a bit of philosophy too, as I am? Yep, the wood is green, or soon will be. Well, it is already, if it's evergreen trees!
A paper had a section: 'Dept Of The ******** Obvious'. It listed things, like from this book: 'We are living beings'. Well, most of us look alive anyway. lol.
Lol. A meagre attempt today compared to some of the amazing poems I have read so far today on the subject of Spring. It must be in the air. Alas, no philosophical reading at present. Who are you reading out of interest?
Are we living beings or beings that are alive? Hmmmm.......
Great welcoming of spring in your words today. Bring on warmer times.
Excellent final line, for hope keeps us all happy and encourages forward looking.
Thanks DA. I thought id go for a more optimistic approach today!
Super write - roll on spring.
Thanks Michael. 🙂
May that hope be forever in our lives SC.
Spring is very near everywhere I go I see new life that shows all is well around us.
Andy
You've got to love it
Spring is my favourite season too .Lovely writing ))
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