NATURE'S TRANSITION

Tue, 04/10/2018 - 01:40 -- beegeeh

A tree, dry and maze-like,

With its nooks and crannies

Housing dormant figures of spiders, insects and whatnot . . .

As its gentle aging is noted by those in passing,

Displays its sharp rough-and-tumble features . . .

And signals that winter is closing down

Hence spring has sprung . . . .

Whilst summer's in hot pursuit

This poem is about: 
Our world

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