Poem: Spring

by Liam

It’s the leaves in spring, about to bud .

Which swell and greet the coming flood.

Of warmth, the splash in a

puddle of mud.

On branch, on twig, on every stem.

Chlorophilled life is hidden within.

A waiting blossom,

A patient leaf.

An insect becomes the quiet thief.

Will furl it’s wing, take to the sky.

The blossom, a bee to the pollen will cry.

An ode to glorify this day.

Its spring again, I t’s life anew

It’s bud, blossom and green leaf too.

In this all abundant way,

We rejoice and laughing say:

Yes! yes! Yes!

To the beauty of life, this day.