The Moods of Spring

A gentle breeze blows smoothly 'cross my face
As I, alone, observe a land serene
Such perfect days are seldom ever seen
The Spring has left of Winter not a trace

The sun shines brightly in the clear blue sky
And grants the ground below much needed light
Which grants to me in turn the gift of sight
With which to view this vision from On High

I watch as deer consume what Nature yields
Both grass and even tiny twigs of birch
A bird sings songs of joy atop its perch
As deer and rabbits frolic through the fields

But in the distance clouds as black as night
Begin to swell into a frightful mass
And like a giant swarm of bees they pass
And swallow up the source of warmth and light

Torrential downpour covers all the land
As streaks of lightning dart across the sky
And under trees the beasts all trembling lie
In fear of Mother Nature's angry hand

Yet soon the mighty tempest fades away
The sun returns to claim its rightful throne
The birds return to where they once had flown
And sing the praises of the newborn day

Such power, held not even by a king
Instills in me a sense of the sublime
Its wrath can manifest at any time
Behold the awesome power held by Spring!

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