By: Lime Green Giraffe Webmaster, Cameryn P.
An essence of renewal floods the Earth
As a new season starts to wake
But through the cries of Mother Nature
Comes her vivid tissues,
To dry up her watery ways
A cloud of yellow magic dust derisively sweeps through the air
A choir of “achoos” singing from here to there
The time when ostentatious eggs are being voraciously pursued
But not for the consumption of their yolk
Yet for the treats and communion that it brings the American folk
As a form of renewal, baptizes the ground
A new seed planting within us
As our soul rehabilitates within oneself every time around
And now we can hear the silence of the chirping birds
The buzzing now coming to an end
The morning dew no longer to say, “good morning,”
But the sun bringing a scorching warning
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