Nature Speaks

Poem written for my grandmother and mother. Circa 2003.

Crocuses, tulips and daffodils bloom,

They whisper to each other throughout the noon,

The Rhodies, the trees, the holly’s listen,

As time passes by, their leaves too glisten,

The air is fragrant with scents so sweet,

As sun and moon smile upon their feat,

From dawn to dusk and dusk to night,

Their blooms arrive at morning light,

This beauty continues again and again,

‘Cause nature speaks amongst its friends

Cire