Dawn breaking over fields of green
Birds fly to find the sun beyond
White snow on tips of hills
Early morning surreal landscapes form
Walking through this wonderland
Air so pure it stings my throat
Nothing but my thoughts for company
Trees beckon me onwards
Water drips from their bare branches
To earth covered in the new growth
Spring is here again to breath new life
Birds fly to find the sun beyond
White snow on tips of hills
Early morning surreal landscapes form
Walking through this wonderland
Air so pure it stings my throat
Nothing but my thoughts for company
Trees beckon me onwards
Water drips from their bare branches
To earth covered in the new growth
Spring is here again to breath new life
This is looking really good Angel...and your poems are as usual excellent...
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