Silent Fire
Ease your pain of the dreary season here.
It sincerely has its own beauty in white.
Winter prepares us for the coming cheer.
Building our sight for colors so bright,
Greens, yellows, blues, and reds that show,
Birth of the spring season; bring showers,
Earthen thirst quenched, flowers do grow.
Within the first few weeks, darkness cowers.
Take the time to view your daydreams of hue.
Show the originality that is nature so sweet.
Bring into your realm, dropping off her coo.
Abundantly, wild flowers venture to meet.
Skies of gray then brighten from solar array,
Winds that whirl the fresh scent we desire.
Introducing bright changes, we need to stay.
Setting our hearts pleasures, with nature’s lyre,
This in turn sets lovers souls, in silent fire.
That also grows and grows, in exaggerated dire.
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