In spring, it’s such a splendid thing
when bud or rosette
along branch-let – stem
form flora’s – leaves.
The grasses, too, start to grow.
Forage – green, starts to show.
Sprouts forming, push forth.
And spring-time floral’s, they display,
shew forth a beautiful array,
for one to see.
Our world seemingly renews, is pristine;
in the presence of all things flourishing.
Oh, so, blossom before thine death…!
Leave Mother nature to try her best…
Empty of her eggs to nest…
In a Robin’s surely home.