Thursday, July 11, 2024

Spring.

 When Spring arrives,
Everything gets rejuvenated and comes alive.
From Your Spirit, to the beautiful bounty of
Wildlife.

Butterflies flutter calmly
Across the clear blue Sky.
Making the Most of the,
Delightfully warm Sunshine.

A small sun shower is
Scattered, here in there.
Delicate & sublime.


It's gentle, soothing sound
Reminds you of the familiar
Tinkling of Wind chimes.

An unspoken melody,
Quietly sung throughout.
Equal parts played,
By both the Rain, & the
Sun. 

Spring, your favourite Season.
You drink up the Sunshine,
Absorbing the warmth & Natural
Vitamin D of its Rays through
Your fair skin. As you read quietly
On Nature's carpet Outside.

The Other Seasons, just around the corner
Wait patiently in line for their turn.
Each as Powerful & Important
As the last one. You smile at the thought in
Return.

Say, "Hello" to the New Opportunities & People
That come to you, the Greatest gifts
Given to You from God.
You have No reason to be Anxious,
Through Him, You are Free.

This true Happiness that You feel,
Deep within your Soul?
This is how it's Supposed to be.


Don't Worry about a thing,
Let every step you take have a spring.
You have no idea, how much joy you
Bring, to the lives of those around you.
The sound of your voice when singing, &
Your Personality, all the colours of Spring.


Your Smile infectious,
This Gift of Life so precious.
Your Laughter, like a small &
Dainty bell does ring.

Live every moment of this beautiful
Life of Yours, like it's a day of Spring.
Respectfully, take a bow.
Don't be afraid instead be Proud,
You are one of the lucky ones.
To be able to live in the Here & Now.


Through the floral covered
Fields, allow yourself to Let Go.
Carefully plan and place every Footstep,
With each s
tep that you take.
Dance through the grass, freely & 
Slow.

You're Everything, that this World needs.
Your beautiful heart, all the colours of Spring.
Shining, radiating from your Being,
Every single colour of the rainbow.


- Alexandra Pierotti.
  


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