Colors seem to shift Sky washed cotton clouds drift by Day dreaming all day
Colors seem to shift Sky washed cotton clouds drift by Day dreaming all day
After the rain falls After the wind has settled Birds will sing again
Delicate breeze sings Dark limbs reach to pastel sky Color Gently grows
Beyond those trees there I’ve heard there’s another world All I see are trees
Spring is green and red Moving through branches in mists As soft as a kiss
A pale slate grey sky Rain will fall as cold as ice Spring here sometimes brings snow
Against a grey sky Soft green eyelets waltz and whirl Waiting for Spring rain
Color appears drawn Outside the lines of bare limbs Blushing cheeks crimson
Deliberately As the seasons change slowly Metamorphisis
polychromatic Cold wet days color new days Season is in flux
The rising tide 