The Splendor of Spring


If winter be analogy of some lonely barren bone
then spring be the youthful embrace of rebirth;
the majesty that sits upon seasons' throne

Forming future vistas of valleys afar
and of the glorious sights that will be;
the mountain tops that were once summited
where souls were set free

Avians adorn the treetops high
in preparation of nestled retreat,
anticipating the birth of suckled siblings nigh;
with a gifted grace one day they will rule the sky

While critters below retreat their solitude of surrender
poking their heads from seasonal abodes
prelude to initial scurry amongst the barren land
many uniting together from long lost slumber
akin to some mischievous little band

Botanicals begin breaking barriers for a sneak peak
these emeralds of emergence while all slowly turns green
this divine collective hosting of sights,
the initial, and the pending of those yet to be seen

All gather as symphony adhering strict composition
this chorus of harmonies never failing tradition
as beginning choir all gathered together to sing
to sing a song that is called
the splendor of spring

I actually wrote this last winter where there is a reference to a piece called "Winters Bone" that came right before it, but it's almost spring so...

I did do a quick skim to look for any possible revisions, but it seems okay as is.