Sometimes in late summer I won’t touch anything, not the flowers, not the blackberries brimming in the thickets; I won’t drink from the pond; I won’t name the birds or the trees; I won’t whisper my own name. One morning the fox came down the hill, glittering and confident, and didn’t see me—and I thought: so this is the world. I’m not in it. It is beautiful.
Your beauty is beyond compare With flaming locks of auburn hair With ivory skin and eyes of emerald green Your smile is like a breath of spring Your voice is soft like summer rain
Wrong will be right, when Aslan comes in sight, At the sound of his roar, sorrows will be no more, When he bares his teeth, winter meets its death, And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again.
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October 31, 2015 6:22pm UTC
The frozen ground broken The daffodils shoot through The sun breaks the clouds The snow melts the rivulets meander Endless winter or spring returning New life new hope old friends Creating beauty to fight the alone Forgiveness new hope?
When the season starts to fade The spirit of spring awakes Consolation is finally made All that is old eventually breaks With this new trend The Earth gives us a new start But this too will end With the drifting of my heart The light gives peace of mind But in the depths of the dark We follow our souls to find The arrow that missed its mark In the final hour Your love fades like a flower
People are getting super excited because it's "finally spring" for them and I'm just here chillin with the snowman I built yesterday out of snow in my back yard dreaming of the day that it will actually be warm enough for me to not have to wear a jacket to step outside..
As life fly's by most people don't realise what they have.So evrey year when spring startes im gowing to look back to last spring and think about the positve things about then and now.I relise I don't have a perfect life But i'm happy and thats all that matters. Spring is the time for new life and positives . HAPPY SPRING
I change with the seasons. I may be bright, balmy like the eternally sunshine-warmed days of summer. I may be sugary sweet like spring, pink and rich with new life and smelling of all the foliage that will be soon to blossom. I may use ice to viscously rip your skin into confetti, or simply wither and die like all that occurs during wintertime. Or maybe I will cry heavy rainstorms like autumn, and attempt to kill all that dares to live in my wilting presence.