Friday, April 17, 2015

Day Five: Personal, No Prompt

The sun shines down
in what seems like the first time in years
It warms the earth with its touch
And lifts the seeds from their sleep
Everything becomes green,
as if by magic
The birds begin to sing
They never left,
but now they yell to the sun
"it's over! it's over! Winter has gone home!"
And my heart soars

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