I hear the words of Your poems — Creation! You listen to Mother Poet — and let The birds of love sing “Nature renovation” By rainbows of hope through horizon’s net!
Perseverance is Nature’s orchestration… Its musicians blissfully now have met To play songs of the first born, “Seasonation”... That shows where our richness shines in Sunset!
Spring is life for all… Giants or microbe… I’m an earthworm; digging holes is my fate… The Flora is given its new wardrobe!
Fauna is joyful... and love is the mate… The animal kingdom’s playing its feast… Come to lovehome Kingman...— why be Ares’ beast?!
Happy creative Spring to all.
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OBS.:
The title, "Seasonation" — I coined this word to define the physical and spiritual emotions — of the first season of the year. A contraction of SEASON-DEVOTION-NATION. A nation of peace; a season of creativity and devotion to life in all its forms.
Note:
The penultimate word, "Ares" on the last line: Son of Zeus and Hera. Ares is the Supreme Commander of war in Greek mythology. His Roman counterpart is Mars.
Alas the lowly Earthworm may be near the bottom of the food chain,
but like all the others near, or at the bottom, even the Amoeba, everyone of us depend on them too.
Well done
I see you have grown a beard.
You have brought life to my garden with your hypnotic
words of springs arrival.
All life is revived and spawning. Daffodils ready to bloom at a moments notice. Bulbs send out quest for life. Well done.
George
Timeless wisdom and advice on the art of living for today’s young and old: The art of thinking, the art of loving, the art of working, the art of leadership, the art of growing old.
A new translation by Sergio E. Serrano of this inspirationa
Ron
but like all the others near, or at the bottom, even the Amoeba, everyone of us depend on them too.
Well done
I see you have grown a beard.
Walt
words of springs arrival.
All life is revived and spawning. Daffodils ready to bloom at a moments notice. Bulbs send out quest for life. Well done.
George
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