A spring poem
Clearly through the tree, a snow line is seen.
A mixture of spring, with white and green.
Tree your standing, cold and bare.
While looking, and breathing this cold air.
Soon you will stand, bright and warm.
Leafs growing, from you in form.
Keep on pushing, just to get through.
A cold time to warm, with leafs of new.
Here you can find more nature poems.
Leave a Reply