The First

May 17, 2012
By ejc123 BRONZE, Greencastle, Pennsylvania
ejc123 BRONZE, Greencastle, Pennsylvania
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I’m the first blossom to bloom underneath the brand new sun,
The first raindrop to tap at your window.
I’m the bright butterfly with wings that delight the flowing air,
The aria of a bird replacing the sound of snow.

I am the sun’s warmth reaching below to caress your skin,
The sweet berries you pluck from a vine.
I am the chilling splash of water from the year’s first plunge,
The giver of good cheer to children worldwide.

I am the answer to hunger with plentiful harvest,
The hues tinting a tree.
I am the whistle of the wind outside your front door,
The chance to be someone else for an evening.

I am the cheery face bringing everyone joy,
The longest of nights granting you sleep.
I am the battle without wounds in your backyard,
The affection of a fire giving you peace.

The world I know takes me for granted,
I quickly collect the dust.
If only they adored what is new and old,
They would polish away the rust.

Year after year,
The story unfolds.
I am new,
Never growing old.

The author's comments:
I was inspired to write this piece by the people around me taking what is old for granted, when I believe that what is old is sometimes better than what is new.

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on May. 23 2012 at 2:02 pm
LovelyDuckling GOLD, Hamilton, Montana
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A vision without action is a hallucination.

excellent imagery:)mind checking out my poem 'those things that never were'?

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