Adolescent09
12-28-2006, 12:52 AM
None too great... but comments/thoughts/general ideas to help me would be greatly appreciated.
There is a time of utmost glory that we all behold,
When the dormant beauty of spring begins to unfold,
From a picturesque swan and a charismatic lark,
To a casual stroll in a placid park,
The positive effects of spring on life are manifest,
Up in a tree I perceive a robin pompously portraying his vivid scarlet breast,
Under the yew branch yonder a maternal deer jests amicably with her fawn,
Yet the most gracious sights are perceived at the break of dawn,
When two miniscule bunnies frolic amorously amidst the leaves,
A voluminous bear rambunctiously arises from prolonged slumber and begins to heave,
His way through brush and bramble to perceive the flawless serenity of spring,
There is a sight more beautiful than a sanguine fawn or a bird who recently learns to sing,
And that is when two human lovers stroll along hand in hand,
Ambling along in this rife and shimmering land,
To engage in subtle forms of inspiring love,
With mistletoe loosely slung over an arboreal structure above,
Thus, I conclude my poem of spring,
And I find initial gratification of having used my time on embellishing upon such a beautiful thing.
There is a time of utmost glory that we all behold,
When the dormant beauty of spring begins to unfold,
From a picturesque swan and a charismatic lark,
To a casual stroll in a placid park,
The positive effects of spring on life are manifest,
Up in a tree I perceive a robin pompously portraying his vivid scarlet breast,
Under the yew branch yonder a maternal deer jests amicably with her fawn,
Yet the most gracious sights are perceived at the break of dawn,
When two miniscule bunnies frolic amorously amidst the leaves,
A voluminous bear rambunctiously arises from prolonged slumber and begins to heave,
His way through brush and bramble to perceive the flawless serenity of spring,
There is a sight more beautiful than a sanguine fawn or a bird who recently learns to sing,
And that is when two human lovers stroll along hand in hand,
Ambling along in this rife and shimmering land,
To engage in subtle forms of inspiring love,
With mistletoe loosely slung over an arboreal structure above,
Thus, I conclude my poem of spring,
And I find initial gratification of having used my time on embellishing upon such a beautiful thing.