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| POEM BY |
| REEFMAN |
| SPRING WIND |
| Standing on the edge of the meadow a soft warm spring wind blowing |
| The wildflowers blowing in a sea of red, purple and yellow |
| The sweet fragrance wafts gently to my nose filling my head with hope |
| Each spring life begins again in the meadow high above the fray |
| Gentle kindness blows through the valley settling on the high meadow |
| A magical mystery of life to behold has the forest wakes from its deep winter sleep |
| Snow still nestled against the base of the trees looks like the last hold out of the winter |
| Yet that snow will give life to the meadow for weeks to come |
| Rain sweet and soft will add fire to the colors in the meadows bringing out the beauty |
| For beauty peace and solitude lay before me watching the flowers sway in the breeze |
| Sunshine warming my back and beauty warming my heart |
| Such wonders to behold to take the time and reach out for them sets me free |
| My soul and heart race with bee's busy gathering pollen making more flowers |
| To be one with the earth and mountains such a glorious thing to hold in your heart |
| Each winter I await the arrival of the wind to set me free from the winter doldrums |
| Each spring the world starts anew for me in this magical place high on the mountain |
| Gaining strength and courage to face the storms, which lie ahead in the coming months |
| But in this brief moment I know the truth in the word love for its spread before me |
| In the panoramic view of the valley and meadow that I alone see once a year |
| Love is a mystery just like the meadow and spring but a simple one to unravel in the beauty that lies before me |
| AUTHOR |
| TIM FRANCIS |
