The cold air wry through the serrated bristles of pine trees,
rain droplets trickle along the ragged leaves.
The warmth had not yet appeared,
the clouds had not yet cleared.
Warm embrace from the cold weather,
sown seeds were light as a feather.
Arrays of flowers in hues so divine,
stars that glimmer a celestial sign.
Spring peeped the corner,
nestlings frolic about in the water.
Soothing and soft melodies that echo in the distance
ameliorate nature’s existence.
The sun is a golden glow of light,
the moon radiates and rocks like a cradle at night.
I feel at peace and content,
nature patches the hole in my heart that is dent.