Whispered tales sprang out from the dark;
Floating in pearly dusk of Spring.
Nor rivers flow nor sweet birds sing;
Thus silence flails on drooping leaves.
Lichen on stones and moss on eaves.
Oh Gaia bring new world to birth;
Floweret band to bind thus earth.
Such strange attainment in your touch;
Lo! whom could hate or bear a grudge,
Come and shine for all you’re worth.
Photo credits: wallup.net
Posted for MTB @ dVerse Poets Pub
and for Poems in April @ Real Toads