Seasonal
Seasonal
Green buds, bloom, bloom, without mourning,
As gentle as the rise of morning.
Yellow sun, shine, shine, with no grieving,
As peaceful as the fall of evening.
Brown leaves, fly, fly, upwards and away,
As calm as the height of day.
White snow, fall, fall, with all your might,
As quiet as the still night.
~JCW~
This poem is about:
Our world