Each Spring
February 26, 2015
There is peace here;
serenity in splendid color,
wind music dances but clears
plagued budding minds.
There is peace here.
Whispers walk delicately
across silver tight ropes
in the most perfect way.
Love abundantly flows here
people grow alongside
grass, trees, and daisies
because there is peace here.
Angel lilies tell of hope,
children muse of happiness,
light flickers softly as
rain drops waltz down,
purity envelops those who ask.
There is peace here –
each spring.