All things crawling, on the move,

Flittering, skipping in the groove,

Scuttling, sliding both air and ground,

Every place, they do abound.

 

The world awakes with surging life,

As blooms unfold into the light,

Crowning glories upon the green,

A wide cast net,  a canvas dream,

 

Rays of dawn in chrystal webs,

Brilliant jewells in woven threads,

The warming Sun is on the rise,

To Winter’s chill we say goodbye,

And welcome in the Spring.

(c) 2011

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