Budding Leaves
Tis spring in full bore, here in the deep South, Winter gone, rains here, temperatures on rise, The sap within trees begins to stir again, Small insignificant buds begin to grow, and grow, Responding to the rays of the sun and patterns ancient, Bursting forth in colors various, flowers and leaves, The flowers will dance their magic then drop, It is the leaves that remain and grow larger, greener, Little factories each, taking the energy of the sun, A mighty transformation they do wrought within,... Sign in to see full entry.