Awake
© Susan Zakusylo
Mountains envy show their color of blue,
As they look down at trees dressed in green,
of their new spring look,
And the flowers awake shimmer with delight,
Rainbow colors and dripping with dew.
Creeks and streams,
as we listen to trickling are talking to nature,
Awake from your wintry sleep,
Rise high and be true all the colors red white
and blue
Rise to the artist and the maker of you.
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