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Hope. Tulips as far as the eye can see, Golden daffodils waving in perfect harmony. All the colours of the spectrums prism, Awake in me my enthusiastic optimism. All is well in this world of ours, So long as we may see such beautiful flowers. Butterflies dancing past gathering nectar sweet, A long lost feeling of movement in my once nimble feet. I feel as if I could dance the long day, All of my troubles just swept away. Small wonders of natures awakening force, As the earth turns on it's mysterious course. I hear the insects all pervading hum, I relax my heart like the slow beat of a drum. Fine wisps of cloud chase across the skies, With sunshine kissing skin, a lovely surprise. Sweet odours come drifting to my sensitive nose, This strange reality is not some pose. Occurrences returning year after year, To allay mankind's most awesome fear. Fear that winters interlude, a cold long stay, Would never be willing to be chased away. © Bernard Shaw [log in to unmask] http://members.chello.at/bernard.shaw/poetry.html http://www.postpoems.com/members/bern/