Thursday, March 27, 2014

Skip to spring

Magnificence in the horizon,
With many hues, emblazoned.
In silence, I soak it all in,
Everything is new within,
 
The drifting spring breeze,
Puts me at complete ease,
By the sprouting colors on trees,
My turbulent mind gets appeased.
 
Formerly frigid frozen skies of gray,
The sunny splendor drove it away,
Refresh and renew, they say,
It’s the cycle of life at play.