Monday, March 11, 2013


 I’m wondering about spring
As I view the green coming through
After the slight rain
That has always seem to happen
In the past
For the branches to grow strong again
Become a length longer then the
Year before.
Patches begin to squeeze through the flourishment
Of the so called dead but yet adamant about coming back
Still with a weathered thought of how we will evolve
To lead to the next root of greenish nature
Overcome by the soil.
Being the same all around but each and everyone has the chance
Before the great cuttasion of joyfulness
Being out and about in your own yard
To begin all this once again

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