Symphony of Spring

January 30, 2008
The wind whistles as we twirl,
A mixture of pastels,
Tendrils of green,
Blue skies unseen,
Drops of warm, golden rays,
Peals of laughter bouncing,
Over arcs of life,
Spinning, twirling,
Tumbling, tapping,
Down, down,
Delicate blossoms trampled underfoot,
Down, down,
A sky of black and orange billowing up,
Up high,
Dizzy ovals of pristine countryside,
Swish, swish,
Tears of shimmering joy,
Twirling, swaying
To the symphony of spring.

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