Thursday, March 19, 2015

A World Reborn

When the world is asleep
And the fields are covered in winter’s downy white blanket,
When the air is still,
And the frost creeps across the windowpanes in the dead of night,
When morning’s pale light reveals paw prints in the snow,
And the darkest day of the year draws daily nearer, 
That is when the flowers in their beds begin to dream,
Of lavender dawns and pine-scented rains,
Of fresh-tilled soil and grass left to grow wild,
And a world reborn. 

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