The Colors of Spring

Spring is golden like a long awaited sun

it is golden like the dying snow buried grass,

and it’s golden just as a young child’s innocence.

Spring is also red like a rose just beginning to bloom

it is red like a t-shirt hung outside on the clothing line,

and it is red just as the fire in a child’s soul,

as they gain ambitions for the approaching summer.

Most of all spring is green, like the sprouting buds on trees

it is green like a frog croaking on a lily pad,

and it is green just as new life is which blooms with every drop of rain and ray of sun.

This poem is about: 
Our world



If Pocahontas can paint with all the colors of the wind,

I will paint the world with my words.

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