In this spring weather birds appear

Building nests for offspring dear.

The sun is low and sends strange light

Shadows long form artist’s sight

Blossom bends from trees still bare

Cherry AE Housenans dear.

I look up into the sky

No geese are here for a flyby.

I look down and see the soil

Where the worms in patience Toil

Like the Carers in a Home

Noone writes of them in poems

Noone writes of beetles paths

Not of great spiders hidden worth

The cobwebs glitter with small gems

We have no way to preserve them

So we must seize the moments beads

Decorations our souls need

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