Dew on the ground,
I step upon it and there isn’t a sound
I kneel down and look around
Wishing I were an ant, so I could plunge
Through each blade of grass
As if I were taking a bath.
Spring is the most amazing season because of the life it brings. All around there are new lives forming. All the deaths from Autumn and Winter are restored. It is a beautiful thing in life. :)
Spring into action. Spring, rhyming with king, my favourite of the seasons, green fields and butter-yellow daffodils, a prodigal blue sky returning from winter and lambs frolicking in fields. Rebirth. Polo-vaulting into green fire to be baptised with a new beginning – a zinging, ringing, chiming, pinging new start.
spring has sprung and i can see the joy in your eyes. i know you’ve been waiting for the cold season to pass but i hope you know what spring means. you no longer need me. you no longer have any excuse as to why i should hang around, and even if you did i will not. spring has sprung and it’s time for me to move on! dance my way around this new change.
Dew drip mornings,
I feel the wetness upon my feet and
It feels fresh to me.
I want to lie upon it and feel refreshed
I want to be nourished by the moistness
I feel one with the earth
I am need this nourishment like all living things.
i need a new spring
a new me
a new personality
a new everything
i cant go on as i am
and there’s no way to fix what I’ve done
but all i can do is hope and pray for the strength to change
and do so
flowers around me. the sun is high in the blue sky, the wind brings a light porfume of something like daisies or roses.. I don’t know, I just feel alive. I just feel as nothing could go wrong today, nothing could bring me down.
The rain seemed to give all the plants an extra boost, one generally associated with the spring and rarely occurring in the fall. These plants would become much more difficult to maintain at this time of year.
That time of death. What? Yes, for it is the time that the darkness dies, when those hated bulbs push up their roots, killing the pristine unbroken ground which had levelly handled my dark gaze all winter. Spring forward, spring.
it was spring time and Tea had a little spring in her step. How do i know this? Well i was at Clara’s house when Tea and Trey came to her door and said that they both had a spring in their step . It is warm outside.
I had a pair of spring shoes that let me bounce real high. I bounced across the city, the country, and the world. I even bounced all the way through spring. I bounced on flowers and I bounced on bushes. Boy these spring shoes are fun, I wonder if I can bounce on someone’s head.
Spring ends with more then a bang. It ended up with a sonic boom. Enter summer as the heat bears down upon the city like a weighted barbell. The humidity slows the time down. Seconds drift into minutes as one counts down the hellish rain forest-like sweat dripping from one’s brow. Wipe and return. Summer is here for months.
I need to spring into action. My life energy is low right now and I don’t seem capable of springing into anything. Just want to sleep an extra half-hour, watch a mindless TV show. Anything but spring into action.
Spring is pretty damn awesome. It’s my favourite of the seasons because it’s so beautiful and the weathers perfect. It’s cool that were in the middle of spring but I wish it would never end. Spring is full of pretty flowers and new baby animals. It truly is a magical time.The end.
hi
friends how are you.
i am testing this for 1st time so don’t know how it works. so if you wan to help me than you all are welcome
and i will be happy to
and say what else
hows life going on
say some thing
i am done.
It’s when the butterflies sit on the blossomed flowers, when the rainbows end in the valleys, when the birds chirp sitting on the branches of lush green trees, when love sets in our heart for the tranquilizing beauty of the weather, of the nature, of the people – the beauty of everything. Spring is love.
spring is smells
of water and life
of newness
of freshness
of rain and flowers
but different rain
warm rain, happy rain
not cold, fall rain which is beautiful in its own way.
spring is what it is
it is life following death
and then death follows life again
no spring without winter
He needs to perfect, he needs to whole, he needs t-
And he’d repeated himself as he rocked to and fro in his oversized jumper. The jumper that seemed to be all he had now, the same that bore his life. How can you repair the threads of an old life? You can’t spring back from the great person you once were when that is gone. You are now, who you are, whether it crap or enough. You can’t live your torn in two, you must live whole for many years to come. Tell yourself, he would say. But he just couldn’t believe his own words.
it was a spring morning; the flowers were just waking up, their petals slowly opening, as if they were yawning, and the bees were already restless, waiting for them to wake up so they could begin their days work. Albert Pickle was already awake, walking around his treasured garden, looking for a flower that would please the girl he loved so much.
To her, this wasn’t at all that great as people always admired. Poets with their pens tipped out ink that read of its beauty, singers would sell their words that spoke of its colour, directors would paint with their lens its face while the world in an ironic twist destroyed it. To her, it was safer when the light was out. That way, if evil were to sneak up on you, you wouldn’t realise and those few moments before being taken would be sweet and as you had been. In light everything is alive and to be seen, you see every face that smiles with their snake fangs and every callous as a noose around our necks. She was human, and because of that she tried to see the wonder of spring too to change her mind. But it was too truthful of our ways to be made happy again.
Spring is a time of renewal, a time when the heaviness of winter can be sloughed off and everything begins again anew. We awaken from the stupor that long cold winter creates and we come to life and as nature springs back to life too.
is really far now. At the beginning of fall; everything seems lost under the belgian sky. To make through the winter; one has to remember how the world looks like in may.
Spring is a beautiful thing.
it makes me happy.
does it make you happy my dear?
the leaves green?
the sky blue?
you with me and i with you?
yes Spring is a beautiful thing.
i’m glad to share it with you.
Spring, the season that signals that life has been renewed or restored, had come and oh! what a difference it made to . The dull appearance had been replace with lust green grass, and the tree gave off it blossoms and the leaves looked sharper.
the time when flowers bloom from all of the rain.
you know i read somewhere, those who laugh the most, often have experiences the most pain. that actually made my day– i know no matter how much pain I’ve been through, they’ll still be a laugh. there’ ll be rain, but i love the rain.
and then the spring comes again.
it comes again.
Springtime. A spring in her step. The tears (of joy) that spring to her eyes when she thinks of Him. It just seems so perfect that love should blossom along with the easter flowers.
And then she shakes her head. She’s starting to get cliche about all these things she once was so proud of her philosophical aversions to. Ah well. Sometimes you have to forget about waxing philosophical and just live in the moment. Especially when it’s such a good moment.
Spring
of tears
welling up in her eyes
As you look past and keep on walking, instantly forgetting her threadbare clothes, dirty feet and pleading eyes
And get into your shiny car
Spring is my favourite month of the year, the colours and scents of all the flowers overwhelm the senses and give you the feeling of life. It is easy to get caught in a fantasy world when everything around you is s beautiful. I feel like a fairy and there is no way of stopping it, i shall fulfill my vision of a mystical world.
The opposite of Fall. No leaves scattered about, no cold to penetrate the brain and make you so much more grateful of life, and at the same time make you so conscious of death. Spring is life. Life in full bloom. Vivid colors and a teasing sunshine to lift your mood instantly. The promise of Spring is what makes Winter durable. Everything is better in Spring.
Do you know the feeling of summer stares amidst winter days? When your heart wells up and it springs out from your chest, beat beat beating harshly against sheer ice and howling winds? It happens when someone’s smile cannot keep the sunshine to themselves.
it was a spring tide, she had been dreading this day, the high water would seep in once more through her front door and into her living room. It would be higher this year, the sea wall had worn away, her house was closer to the sea. The ice caps had completely melted…
i like this season. It’s the perfect weather to be happy. people are happy and I feel like a bird. I like the smell, the color of sping. It’s inspirational. It’s like rebirth
this is a time of the year when lambs are born and its starting to get really hot cos summer is arriving and then all of the teenagers around the world get happy cos they are able to go to the beach but i get annoyed in the spring cos it means that at work i have to make a whole lot more ice creams than i normally would have to and that annoys me a lot cos i don’t really like doing them that often!
Dew on the ground,
I step upon it and there isn’t a sound
I kneel down and look around
Wishing I were an ant, so I could plunge
Through each blade of grass
As if I were taking a bath.
Spring is the most amazing season because of the life it brings. All around there are new lives forming. All the deaths from Autumn and Winter are restored. It is a beautiful thing in life. :)
Spring into action. Spring, rhyming with king, my favourite of the seasons, green fields and butter-yellow daffodils, a prodigal blue sky returning from winter and lambs frolicking in fields. Rebirth. Polo-vaulting into green fire to be baptised with a new beginning – a zinging, ringing, chiming, pinging new start.
when flowers spring from the now thawed ground
spring has sprung and i can see the joy in your eyes. i know you’ve been waiting for the cold season to pass but i hope you know what spring means. you no longer need me. you no longer have any excuse as to why i should hang around, and even if you did i will not. spring has sprung and it’s time for me to move on! dance my way around this new change.
Dew drip mornings,
I feel the wetness upon my feet and
It feels fresh to me.
I want to lie upon it and feel refreshed
I want to be nourished by the moistness
I feel one with the earth
I am need this nourishment like all living things.
i need a new spring
a new me
a new personality
a new everything
i cant go on as i am
and there’s no way to fix what I’ve done
but all i can do is hope and pray for the strength to change
and do so
flowers around me. the sun is high in the blue sky, the wind brings a light porfume of something like daisies or roses.. I don’t know, I just feel alive. I just feel as nothing could go wrong today, nothing could bring me down.
I have allergies during spring. I hate it.
The rain seemed to give all the plants an extra boost, one generally associated with the spring and rarely occurring in the fall. These plants would become much more difficult to maintain at this time of year.
That time of death. What? Yes, for it is the time that the darkness dies, when those hated bulbs push up their roots, killing the pristine unbroken ground which had levelly handled my dark gaze all winter. Spring forward, spring.
it was spring time and Tea had a little spring in her step. How do i know this? Well i was at Clara’s house when Tea and Trey came to her door and said that they both had a spring in their step . It is warm outside.
I had a pair of spring shoes that let me bounce real high. I bounced across the city, the country, and the world. I even bounced all the way through spring. I bounced on flowers and I bounced on bushes. Boy these spring shoes are fun, I wonder if I can bounce on someone’s head.
Spring ends with more then a bang. It ended up with a sonic boom. Enter summer as the heat bears down upon the city like a weighted barbell. The humidity slows the time down. Seconds drift into minutes as one counts down the hellish rain forest-like sweat dripping from one’s brow. Wipe and return. Summer is here for months.
I need to spring into action. My life energy is low right now and I don’t seem capable of springing into anything. Just want to sleep an extra half-hour, watch a mindless TV show. Anything but spring into action.
Spring is pretty damn awesome. It’s my favourite of the seasons because it’s so beautiful and the weathers perfect. It’s cool that were in the middle of spring but I wish it would never end. Spring is full of pretty flowers and new baby animals. It truly is a magical time.The end.
hi
friends how are you.
i am testing this for 1st time so don’t know how it works. so if you wan to help me than you all are welcome
and i will be happy to
and say what else
hows life going on
say some thing
i am done.
It’s when the butterflies sit on the blossomed flowers, when the rainbows end in the valleys, when the birds chirp sitting on the branches of lush green trees, when love sets in our heart for the tranquilizing beauty of the weather, of the nature, of the people – the beauty of everything. Spring is love.
Spring is a glorious time of the year like a baby sprouting from the ground or a person dieing away from a restful sleep.
spring is smells
of water and life
of newness
of freshness
of rain and flowers
but different rain
warm rain, happy rain
not cold, fall rain which is beautiful in its own way.
spring is what it is
it is life following death
and then death follows life again
no spring without winter
He needs to perfect, he needs to whole, he needs t-
And he’d repeated himself as he rocked to and fro in his oversized jumper. The jumper that seemed to be all he had now, the same that bore his life. How can you repair the threads of an old life? You can’t spring back from the great person you once were when that is gone. You are now, who you are, whether it crap or enough. You can’t live your torn in two, you must live whole for many years to come. Tell yourself, he would say. But he just couldn’t believe his own words.
it was a spring morning; the flowers were just waking up, their petals slowly opening, as if they were yawning, and the bees were already restless, waiting for them to wake up so they could begin their days work. Albert Pickle was already awake, walking around his treasured garden, looking for a flower that would please the girl he loved so much.
To her, this wasn’t at all that great as people always admired. Poets with their pens tipped out ink that read of its beauty, singers would sell their words that spoke of its colour, directors would paint with their lens its face while the world in an ironic twist destroyed it. To her, it was safer when the light was out. That way, if evil were to sneak up on you, you wouldn’t realise and those few moments before being taken would be sweet and as you had been. In light everything is alive and to be seen, you see every face that smiles with their snake fangs and every callous as a noose around our necks. She was human, and because of that she tried to see the wonder of spring too to change her mind. But it was too truthful of our ways to be made happy again.
tigger… sex… love… young phillie… slinky factory marriage…
Spring is a time of renewal, a time when the heaviness of winter can be sloughed off and everything begins again anew. We awaken from the stupor that long cold winter creates and we come to life and as nature springs back to life too.
He woke up so quickly no one saw the in between. He was present without warning and the surprise was foiled.
is really far now. At the beginning of fall; everything seems lost under the belgian sky. To make through the winter; one has to remember how the world looks like in may.
Spring is a beautiful thing.
it makes me happy.
does it make you happy my dear?
the leaves green?
the sky blue?
you with me and i with you?
yes Spring is a beautiful thing.
i’m glad to share it with you.
Ahh spring, how withered you’ve become. My heart yearns for your rebirth, and the beauty your presence can bring.
Spring, the season that signals that life has been renewed or restored, had come and oh! what a difference it made to . The dull appearance had been replace with lust green grass, and the tree gave off it blossoms and the leaves looked sharper.
the time when flowers bloom from all of the rain.
you know i read somewhere, those who laugh the most, often have experiences the most pain. that actually made my day– i know no matter how much pain I’ve been through, they’ll still be a laugh. there’ ll be rain, but i love the rain.
and then the spring comes again.
it comes again.
Springtime. A spring in her step. The tears (of joy) that spring to her eyes when she thinks of Him. It just seems so perfect that love should blossom along with the easter flowers.
And then she shakes her head. She’s starting to get cliche about all these things she once was so proud of her philosophical aversions to. Ah well. Sometimes you have to forget about waxing philosophical and just live in the moment. Especially when it’s such a good moment.
Spring
of tears
welling up in her eyes
As you look past and keep on walking, instantly forgetting her threadbare clothes, dirty feet and pleading eyes
And get into your shiny car
Spring is my favourite month of the year, the colours and scents of all the flowers overwhelm the senses and give you the feeling of life. It is easy to get caught in a fantasy world when everything around you is s beautiful. I feel like a fairy and there is no way of stopping it, i shall fulfill my vision of a mystical world.
The opposite of Fall. No leaves scattered about, no cold to penetrate the brain and make you so much more grateful of life, and at the same time make you so conscious of death. Spring is life. Life in full bloom. Vivid colors and a teasing sunshine to lift your mood instantly. The promise of Spring is what makes Winter durable. Everything is better in Spring.
Do you know the feeling of summer stares amidst winter days? When your heart wells up and it springs out from your chest, beat beat beating harshly against sheer ice and howling winds? It happens when someone’s smile cannot keep the sunshine to themselves.
it was a spring tide, she had been dreading this day, the high water would seep in once more through her front door and into her living room. It would be higher this year, the sea wall had worn away, her house was closer to the sea. The ice caps had completely melted…
Spring is long over and we’re getting into my favorite season, fall. I cant get enough of the smell of the fall and the smells. Love it,
i like this season. It’s the perfect weather to be happy. people are happy and I feel like a bird. I like the smell, the color of sping. It’s inspirational. It’s like rebirth
this is a time of the year when lambs are born and its starting to get really hot cos summer is arriving and then all of the teenagers around the world get happy cos they are able to go to the beach but i get annoyed in the spring cos it means that at work i have to make a whole lot more ice creams than i normally would have to and that annoys me a lot cos i don’t really like doing them that often!