Whimsical Wanderings
Limericks of seasons
I was walking through thick clouds
When suddenly I heard aloud
Voices from the spirit trees
Telling me their absurdities
That's when running was allowed
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Meandering paths light by sun
Is always gloriously fun
Yet in the shade
One sees the glades
And that's when rays are spun
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Trudging through layers of snow
I must find the way to go
I must get some help
Deer me, there's an elk
All I must do is follow
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I spring into every step
with wholehearted loving pep
Dance in the meadow
Feeling no sorrow
I spring into every step
About the Creator
Whimsical Wanderer
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Comments (1)
Hey dear Eugenette! These lines paint a unique picture of nature's beauty and the transformative power of the natural world. The imagery is striking, and the rhythm is captivating. You've skillfully captured the essence of both calm reflection and exuberant joy. Keep sharing your poetic brilliance!👍✨