Spring is slowly waking up from her slumber…
The crocus open like eyes in the rising sun…
And close with the imminent sunset…
Survival… Evolution…
Peace…
When the gardens wake up in the spring…
We open our eyes in the rising sun…
And close them after the sunset…
Human rhythms… Perpetual…
Peace…
When the robins start to sing in the spring…
Winters tears will melt into rain…
And the ground will come alive…
Natures song… Harmony…
Peace…
peace – chriscondello
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