Spring's Arrival

Something I wrote a while back about nature with a fantastical twists to it.

As the lands graze of misty spring

You can hear a bird or two sing

Through the everglades of trees lazily swaying

We can hear the maker frantically pacing

In dire need of a call to might

We pray humbly all the way to night

Sitting underneath a porch so tall

At bottoms end we do not fall

Hearing the steps of an ogre not too far

We can keep on scratching that itchy scar

Then off into the wilderness he goes

Where he stops no one ever knows

Keeping an eye on those who watch

Swaying the legs that barely touch

Waters flowing by softly touching the land

Here is the beginning so lets lend a hand

A hand to grab what seems to be right

And we know we can go towards the light

At the end of the tunnel a breeze is all I need

Staring at the horizon, the scenery is all of our feed

3/13/2010