A Spring Time Soul
To and Fro, back and forth,
Birds go twittering by.
Scurry and twitch,
Squirlls rummage closer and closer.
A spring time clearing calms the soul.
As flowers bloom and trees bud,
The clouds blow by,
And brightens the sky.
The wind in your hair as you stand still,
Gives the gift of nature's touch.
The connection fuses in your blood,
And makes you become one.
As tiny as you feel in that grove,
You are still aware of your exsistence and purpose,
Your power and strength in relevence to
The insects and animals of the forest.
Your life will seem as but a dream,
When you stand there listening,
The busy streets and loud cities,
Are irrelevent in comparison to the blooming of a rose.
Author notes
For Contest: R o s e B l o s s o m 1 0 0 "Don't die live life"
A contest entry
- I've gone insane! Prewrites contest!! by AngelsKissesJenna.
550 points, ended April 24, 155 entries
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