SpringThere is warmth in the windAs I clasp at streamsOf sunlight.There are faceless flowers -Waking--Bees--Awkwardly roaming.Breathless cloudsWhispering-Comforting echoesOf crying rain.We are boundlessIn searchOf a blushing spring day.
At the ParkIt is a beautiful spring dayPainted gold by a fanciful sun-Peeking from a clouded sky.At our feet--Branches of trees encompass us.An the daffodil bobs its white headGrinning a yellow grin-With its arms raised skyward.Perhaps in praise.And we lay here - in damp grassAnd you laugh, and laughPainting the sky with your happiness.And I smile - knowing.That these small momentsAre my greatest joy--And my greatest accomplishment.
Sta.sh
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