As Spring fades into Summer,
my minds seems to ponder,
how often things seem to be
more fasinating, more clearer,
awaking all my senses.
The days more beautiful,
The colors more bright.
Tree's more erect and standing tall.
Oceans more clear blue in my view.
The warm breeze more softer on my skin.
The air flows, dances easily through my hair.
It makes me appreciate all the gifts I oft forsake.
To feel, to see, to taste, to hear, to love,
How many times Have I often squandered such beauty before me.
Every once in awhile though I am reminded when Spring fades into Summer.
[This message has been edited by Rosebud1229 (edited 05-15-2000).]