The spring is for lovers

Copyright © June 11, 2002 by Richard J. Sereday Jr.
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The spring is for lovers,
and it produces such beauty
like that of the crocus.

From nothingness it bursts forth,
up out of the soil,
and adds beauty for all to see.

It knows it's season then fade so quickly,
back to from where it came,

but leaves us with saffron to color our world
in yellow and orange hues,
to remind of it's beauty that once was.

And then there is the mighty oak,
once but an acorn
that sprouted and grew before the world.

This tiny little sapling, so slow to grow,
steady and strong to tower above the land.

Majestic in our world, it climbs to the sky,
for birds and for squirrel's a house way up high.

It will last through the years for all to see
as it knows it seasons one by one,
growing as they pass.

Both are things of great beauty for which we have a need,
but it's so hard to tell when we plant, of which kind is the seed?