Spring has probably been used in a billion metaphors by people who liken it to renewal, a rebirth, a coming of age, and on and on. It means so many things, and yet, it's just a season. A planet spinning and tilting. But then, with Spring things would stop and not return. No, that just won't do. 😊
in a purifying wave sent to cleanse debris?" - A poignant question with a different view of Mother Nature. Instead of flowery blossoms you chose resetting raindrops, Spring's initial cleansing. Another aspect I forgot happens in Spring. I already knew you would compose an impactful piece. This exceeded my expectations.
"I pause my life and let my ego leave the scene; go rogue and let the silence breathe." - is a captivating ending of acceptance and just being. I love it!
To have one of my favourite writers participate is the best notification I could receive. Thank you for the amazing poem!!
Love this. Well done, Tree.
Thanks 💕
Spring has probably been used in a billion metaphors by people who liken it to renewal, a rebirth, a coming of age, and on and on. It means so many things, and yet, it's just a season. A planet spinning and tilting. But then, with Spring things would stop and not return. No, that just won't do. 😊
Hey Joe! Good to see you! It's been a minute. Hope you're well
Thank you Latoya! It was fun to play along
"Does the mother seek revenge;
in a purifying wave sent to cleanse debris?" - A poignant question with a different view of Mother Nature. Instead of flowery blossoms you chose resetting raindrops, Spring's initial cleansing. Another aspect I forgot happens in Spring. I already knew you would compose an impactful piece. This exceeded my expectations.
"I pause my life and let my ego leave the scene; go rogue and let the silence breathe." - is a captivating ending of acceptance and just being. I love it!
To have one of my favourite writers participate is the best notification I could receive. Thank you for the amazing poem!!