The shrubs are shrugging off last season's shawls
like fashionistas vamping at the malls
impatient for ungainly limbs to show
and bask beneath the spotlight's searing glow,
the lawn has also shed that winter quilt
its tolerance at last begun to wilt
excited when rambunctious robin talks
to feel that brilliant glare upon its stalks.
The world is ever changing as we speak
in ways that no one living could foretell
controlled by forces far beyond our grasp,
it doesn't matter if we're strong or meek
we can't affect it so, we might as well
exist with style until our final gasp.
Are You Reading Me?
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