Each Spring

Madison Kuhlmann, Staff Writer

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.