there's a spring in my step
and I mean the season of blooming the season of showers and sunshine the season of weeding and pruning the season of the smell of manure and dirt maturing into a fresh floral fragrance the season of birds singing and bees buzzing the season of hummingbirds and butterflies i'll wear flowers on my feet, my hair, my heart and let their petals be tousled by the wind that ever-playful wind that whispers melodies whistles heavenly mysteries and dances dances in and through living things to shake them loose of stiffness and propriety and usher in an abundance of joy Comments are closed.
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