Spring Speaks

April 16, 2009
By Anonymous

The gentle breeze whispers to me
While the birds sing a sweet song.
All the while the flowers have a word with me.
A butterfly hovers quietly,
Waiting to tell a story.
The spring speaks to me,
Through the new life formed.
As it drifts away from me,
A tree raises a limb to say
Goodbye.


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