Feeling the sunlight starting to crawl
from its hibernation, after its winter withdrawal,
spring sneaks in through the still chilly morn.
Daffodils open their petals slowly,
stretching to the sun with a yawn
as dawn brushes
the stray remnants of night
under the horizon carpet.
Out of sight, out of mind.
She sings to herself with glee,
merrily dancing in the breeze.
Today we can finally be free.
No more icy chills,
now is the time for rebirth.
The sniffles won't have the nerve
to pick a fight with me she smiles.
The newborn lambs will be
bounding along soon,
little fluffy clouds
running across
the earth's grassy lawns.
It will be so idyllic just you see,
she says to her shadow,
hiding her sadness behind the mask
she uses to cover her face.
It used to be so busy,
she thinks
reminiscing of past days.
Human children would play,
the sound of laughter would fill the air,
inevitably followed by an ice cream van,
luring the young over with a little ditty,
to purchase their wares.
It used to be so busy...
Teardrop slips from her tear ducts,
down her cheek, to the mask she wears
to clean the air enough to breath.
It used to be so busy,
before those humans
dropped those giant mushrooming clouds,
ripping apart the sky with sounds so loud,
before the marching feet
slowly stopped marching
and fell to meet the earth,
scorched and burnt.
But now at least nature has returned,
she mumbles to herself, yearning
for something that will never be reborn.
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Kyle
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