Sleeping giants start to stir,
Poking flowered fingers high.
Returning flocks of courting birds
Invade the windy, warming skies.
Now the changes pick up pace;
Green comes ever earlier,
Turning brown in heat's embrace
Instead of thriving through the year.
Manic greed must surely leave
Enduring harm as legacy.
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#acrostic (springtime) Sunshine tries to take a hold Posing for the centrefold Rustic farmland starts to sprout Images of life, no doubt Nightjars 'churring' on a branch Gonna cause an avalanche.
#acrostic S omewhere between the midsts of tulips and daffodils, P resents for your mother and constant ringing tills.
Step out of the door, The cold chill sends ice through my spine. The warm colours tells me autumn has arrived. A season of paradoxes.
In a spiral of gold, ruby, and copper leaves tumble from the gnarled branches. A magnificent carpet of colours line the woodland paths. Cool winds carry the fiery foliage softly through the icy air.
So much changes when spring finds its way. Pass do the whites and the dankly dull greys. Remain does the rain but the sunshine comes with. In a splendorous fashion, that the flowers shall live.
Soapy froth of the sea Peaceful you lay and be. But your waters are dark with thick mud. Bubbles made, but they're not suds. Why is it your waters are grim. They cause you to drown rather than swim.
To have to stand in the pouring rain. To lose your foliage over and over again. To be climbed on and cut up by man and child. To give up and fall over when the wind gets too wild.
Golden hued leaves fall graciously to the ground. All the little squirrels stop and turn transfixed to the sound. Pollen lost from the legs of bees coat the glistening floor.
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