Spring Table Collaborative Poem
Spring danced through the dead trees,
healing the bushes
and reviving the leaves.
It was amazing,
the orange sky staring down at me,
the sun on the horizon
and not a cloud to be seen.
spring tiptoe'd through the garden
tickling every plant,
glazing each leaf and
blooming each seed,
but never a word he spoke.
Spring crawled
through the whispering grass,
hushing leaves and fog,
crushed each shrub and web,
but never a sound he made.
The End
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