Tormenting clouds brushed onto the sky to turn,
Overwhelming span canvas of blue.
Dispersing blossoms sneaking into appearance bursting into fruit seemingly instantaneously,
Appreciating creatures moving about on earth some abundantly legged, furry, and feathery.
Yet me, a mobile larger creature, with the capacity to think, to reason,
What will I do TODAY?
Sweet acrostic poem.
Spring is a lovely time. Every day is different as the plants slowly grow and flowers blossom. I love the patience in waiting for summer and noticing the progression of new fruits and green trees. Listening to the birds when I wake up and then hearing them in the garden always pleases me. La primavera contiene algunas de mis cosas favoritas.
Fresh and beautiful!