Nature Speaks

First days of spring
I walk my yard
With my wagging tail
To see if planted saplings
Have hoisted their tiny sails
Soft breeze whispering,
"Tiny trees, hurry with your growing
Big brother will be coming soon
The winds of time be blowing"
The virgin sails
Have caught the tales
Look to the helpful sun,
"Please help us grow before they blow
We've only just begun
Soon let it rain we need to gain
Some strength to tag along
The winds of change are blowing soon
Our growing season gone"
The nurturing sun
Beams brightly back
His love and strength in waves
The strength he sends
To his new friends
Will last 'til shorter days

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