Like A Fresh Brook Flows

Winter is gone.
And again Spring is here...
On the scene.

Dawn leaves its chill to a warming.
As birds are heard chirping.
And all of nature seems to sing.

Smiling faces seen to grace,
In places where we go.
Letting known their feelings shown.
As blooming flowers are exposed.

And laughter shared among the children,
Bring instant memories.
And romance filled remembered dances,
Slowly...
Like a fresh brook in a forest flows.

Winter is gone.
And again Spring is here...
On the scene.

Dawn arrives with Sunrise warmings,
As nature scents with a lingered tingling.

Ah-ee-ah-oh,
As blooming flowers are exposed.

Ah-ee-ah-oh,
And romance again like a fresh brook flows.

Ah-ee-ah-oh,
As blooming flowers are exposed.

Ah-ee-ah-oh,
And romance again like a fresh brook flows.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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