I like that shimmering look of light on the lake
I like spitting in puddles to watch them shimmy and shake
I like cutting through the marsh as my boots meet mud and cake
I like watching the cygnets blossom white as they shed the grey
I like the flowers blooming, pretty and great
I like how God blesses us with these colours and he never Christens late
I like spring, because it brings brand new things to create
That birth, that turn, as the world and its creatures oscillate.
We shuddered through winter, her brutal bite freezing
Yet now the thick crust of her frost is finally leaving
The dog rolls, flips and fidgets on the warm soil’s evening
But we’re not there yet, silly, don’t let the sun be deceiving
I never wear headphones here, enjoy the tits and rabbits squealing
I never get my phone out, watch the trees quake in their breathing
I don’t want to miss a wing flap for the sake of screening
But that’s not easy when you’re not shown nature’s teachings.
The kids wait for summer, for Flakes and a swim
The adults wait for summer, for a break and a drink
Wake up to hot beams and little starlings as they sing
The worms hardened dig, the ants swarm as sugar drips
Our greatest anticipation, from podomeres to limbs to wing
Finally delivered in the blazing womb of what Auxo brings
But precarious, as don’t England’s seasons like to swing
Still bright and beautiful, from all the big, and all the little things.
Then that hinge shudders shut just like it should
All leaves turn burnt and fall, exposing wood
The animals prepare for shelter, in any vacant nook
Paddling pools and barbecues go back to crying for a look
Poets are inspired, children’s noses back in books
Autumn takes her reddened rage and nature takes her right hook
Four corners of the year complete, 365 days it took
You can watch it in something so simple, as how the puddle shook.
By Lyric Deep.
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