Waiting
Spring.
It is coming?
Soon.
Tiny buds poke through on trees,
Falling snow gives way to liquid rain.
The time is here,
When things begin to grow-
Burst into life!
But it is cold,
And seeds are dormant still.
Soon…
Spring.
It is coming?
Soon.
Tiny buds poke through on trees,
Falling snow gives way to liquid rain.
The time is here,
When things begin to grow-
Burst into life!
But it is cold,
And seeds are dormant still.
Soon…