Spring

The chilling morning breeze, caressed the yet Asleep,

ground Whispering in its passage the joyous message of Coming Spring,

Awakening thus, the imprisoned in winter’s dungeon,

Earth’s hibernated desires Which, liberated,

sanctuary in the blooming fields of A myriad hues, have found!

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Piggott

It makes me feel bad that there is little water. I’m surprised that the world uses such little water. It would be difficult to live if Las Vegas went in to a drought because we need clean water to survive the earth.