Spring arrives in the meadow.
Where there once was snow.
Life renews to show.
Under the big willow
the green grass grows.
The animals scurry to and fro.
Stopping to see a lonely rose
surrounded by a mossy bed.
Leaves sway as a breeze blows.
The sun peeks out from the cloudy billows
wanting to give warmth with it's glow.
I enjoy the miracle of Mother Nature's Show.
Bonnie J. Hollywood-Cutts 3-1-05