Spring ensues inevitably, rhythmically
regardless of you, me, or any maybe.
Buds appear on March's tree limbs.
Sunrise inclines to the southeast.
Birds whistle and warble and tweet.
Tulip tendrils break through the earth.
Warmth gratuitously and inexorably dispels and expels the cold gradually.
Young hearts expand, hopefully, while old hearts beat-on happily, relieved.
Isn't it marvelous, the Spring?
Monday, March 16, 2015
SPRING!
SPRING
Spring ensues inevitably, rhythmically
regardless of you, me, or any maybe.
Buds appear on March's tree limbs.
Sunrise inclines to the southeast.
Birds whistle and warble and tweet.
Tulip tendrils break through the earth.
Warmth gratuitously and inexorably dispels and expels the cold gradually.
Young hearts expand, hopefully, while old hearts beat-on happily, relieved.
Isn't it marvelous, the Spring?
Spring ensues inevitably, rhythmically
regardless of you, me, or any maybe.
Buds appear on March's tree limbs.
Sunrise inclines to the southeast.
Birds whistle and warble and tweet.
Tulip tendrils break through the earth.
Warmth gratuitously and inexorably dispels and expels the cold gradually.
Young hearts expand, hopefully, while old hearts beat-on happily, relieved.
Isn't it marvelous, the Spring?
