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Post by Ken Corbett on Mar 14, 2004 18:22:38 GMT -5
My old friend Spring is in the air, dancing on the woodland breeze, with the scent of flowers fair, greening buds on all the trees.
He's a friend who's never strayed, no other breeze could feel the same. He's a friend who's not afraid to touch my face and speak my name.
He shares his secrets in a song as he rustles through the leaves. He says I'm here where I belong, where river through green forest weaves.
"Forsake the ways of strife and throng, stay here with me by my blue stream." His spell is sweet, his magic strong; my other life is but a dream.
I know his song is just a gust, it blows this way and then the next, Yet still I crave the wanderlust with which it fills my yearning breast.
An old one from the archives I like to dredge up at this time every year ... I know it's saccharine, but it's the closest I can come to describing the scent of the spring breeze and the way it makes me feel.
Ken
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Post by AquarianM on Mar 15, 2004 4:13:01 GMT -5
Spring is a lovely and wondrful thing. It refereshes the soul after months of internalizing and rest. Thank you.
Dan
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Post by Elle Rush on Mar 15, 2004 13:01:29 GMT -5
ahhh..... doesn't just revive your senses like no other season? Amazing the impact of seasonal change on mood. This is sweet & enchanting, kind of like Spring herself
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