Spring showers

kitty the naughty poet

As the rain pitter-patters like a heartbeat

spiralling down through the seasoned trees

calling to the leaves to play in the slight breeze

the pitter-patter of raindrops fall onto the hard brown earth

seeping moisture to the tiny seed

sparking life to grow in the showers of spring

 

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  • orchidee

    Good write Katie. How's Kitty and Sir? lol.



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