the new growth that is sprouting.
Look at that pink tree;
the birds are loud, they're shouting!
The weeds are growing taller.
A fern is now unfolding.
Bushes have new color,
it's nice to be beholding.
Chilly days are fewer;
no more heavy clothes.
The air is smelling newer.
Look at that white rose.
Green has many levels:
leaves, grass, bushes, weeds.
All for me to revel,
and meet my outdoor needs.
The air smells clean and sweet.
Ants marching in a line,
flip flops on my feet,
the sun so warmly shines.
New growth warms my heart.
It is everywhere I see.
It sets the world apart ...
this resplendent potpourri.

2 little comments:
I love it!
You are very talented in so many ways.
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