Wondrous weeping willows wallow near my windows<\/p>\n
Outstretched reaching out to me, inviting me to explore the outside festivities<\/p>\n
Frogs are hopping about croaking loud and free<\/p>\n
Crickets chirping their way through the grass<\/p>\n
Little Sparrows singing songs of solace spring searching for food<\/p>\n
The Spring sprinkles are quenching our natural thirst<\/p>\n
For hydration, saturation and satiation<\/p>\n
Leaving us with a rejuvenating vision of Mother Earth<\/p>\n
This magical moment of the year is where all once dead<\/p>\n
Rises back up again<\/p>\n
The sun is just careful enough to brighten our days<\/p>\n
Without scorching our souls<\/p>\n
I am at my most happiest during these celestial stages<\/p>\n
Then Mother moon appears meandering about my garden<\/p>\n
Shining her moonbeams across the pavement, sending dancing shadows across the gray stones<\/p>\n
Wrapping her bright stars around my waist lulling me to sleep<\/p>\n
But the storm makes its way beating against my window panes<\/p>\n
Its thunderous clasps are to remind me that she is energetic as she is soft<\/p>\n
I open my windows to her clamors<\/p>\n
I welcome her showers<\/p>\n
I bathe my spirit in her streams<\/p>\n
As the moon cloaks my inner bearings<\/p>\n
I learn all of their secrets<\/p>\n
I learn the mournful roars and rumbles<\/p>\n
I now know what it is to endure<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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