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Spirit of Spring
1 min readApr 6, 2020
Ghost-like. Weary. I wander along
Worrying about how the world went wrong
Tulips bloom. People gone.
Not even the moon hears this sad song
Suddenly, Spring comes on strong
Mother here to remind
All storms will end in time
Despite darkness see the divine
Set your gaze on what is sublime
See how your streets shine?
Lightning bolts brighten the lane
Silver river raised by the rain
Hair dripping. Cold. I feel no pain.
Soul stricken. Fear wanes.
Nature baptizes all the same.
Oh my. Oh my. Oh my.
Chin tilted to the sky
Free from what-ifs and whys
In awe. Alive.
Thank you. I cry.
