Spring
The world was overcome with cold,
Everything seemed frozen or dead,
The snowdropp flower acted bold,
And caused a change that would soon spread,
The sun was warmed so sought to aid,
Hoping that others would be led,
In time the chill started to fade,
Which in turn woke a young maid,
The maiden gained the touch of life,
For she picked a flower she thought nice,
Which was the one that fought through strife,
She then sought to craft paradise,
Everything the maiden spied,
Gained beauty with which to entice,
Till the entire countryside,
Was fill with beauty far and wide,
The world again had its old charm,
For with life it began to teem,
The cold seemed to have done no harm,
As though it'd been but a bad dream,
As sunlight freed the land from gloom,
Vibrant colours began to gleam,
For nature took its cue to bloom,
Infusing the air with perfume,
The sights seen were so singular,
The sky formed and then cried a tear,
What was yet more irregular,
It cried till it gave cause to fear,
There was an extensive downpour,
For skies were no longer clear,
It rained and rained and rained some more,
Which had effects none could ignore,
Showers made beauty hard to see,
As it lessened nature's appeal,
Blossom was shed from every tree,
As a result of the ordeal,
The maiden was notably keen,
To somehow once again reveal,
How nature can appear serene,
And to restore the sights once seen,
The maiden tried to save all in reach,
but the rain had dampened her touch,
Tries were had but failure met each,
And so nothing changed all that much,
From herself the maid feared reproach,
But to hope she would tightly clutch,
So as more change was to encroach,
She sought to think up a new approach,
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poem by Christian Lacdael
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