The wonders of the world
By Sarah Cope
It is a piece of poetry depicting the nature that arrives in the UK during spring time. Part 2 The Spring time Dance is the arrival of the joyful accents of spring and the things we in the UK associate with the seasons arrival.

The wonders of the world, part 1
The clouds barrel into the pools of blue,
Crashing into golden sunlight streaks piercing through the sky,
A canvas of colour full of shades you cannot clarify,
As it floats by just above the likes of you and I, Perched on a grand oak tree the birds soulfully sing,
Chirping a conversation, to us its a tweeting tune and the flapping of a wing,
The squirrels soon notice me,
As they scurry away up the Acorn tree,
Watching and waiting from a bountiful beautiful branch,
Until it’s safe to come thundering down the tree trunk,
To continue filling up their cheeks and arms, The bunnies bashful and shy bolt for the bushes in the blink of an eye,
Unlike the bold butterflies that flutter brazenly through the skies, Despite being delicate delights,
Full of vivid colours brightening up the sky, Just like fire flies burning bright in the nights eye, The Lakes shimmer glistening in the rays of sunlight,
With a solid stillness that’s glass like,
Until a single ripples ride causes the surface and dark depths to collide, We will never behold the secrets the dark depths haven’t told,
Up above the geese are gathering getting ready for a good gaggling or perhaps they’re giggling, One things for sure they are certainly chitter chattering,
The swans slide in silence paired with pure panache,
They are the Royalty of the water praised, poised and posh,
Ruling with regality and gracility and conduct, Often looking down their elegant elongated necks, At the peasant quarrelsome quacking ducks,
With utter distaste and disgust,
Flashes of yellow from Spring daffs sway away, Dancing in the Whispers of the winds,
A beautiful array,
Petals from the Violets and bluebells amongst the lavender fields, Enhance what the emblazon earth’s birthed, The bees buzz in between the Floral display,
The nectar is their nicotine a bouquet buffet,
What wonders our world has to behold from for us to nurture,
The Creator blessed us not only with nature,
But every Acre each creature from the Grand Canyon a magnificent crater,
To the Icelandics glistening glacier, Everything is a fantastic feature,
We are blessed, to walk amongst the wonders of this world.

The spring time dance part 2

The winter solstice has passed, so the spring dance can begin at last,
and everyone is invited, from every tree as far as the eye can see.
To each and every flourishing flower, the buzzing bees and singing birdies.
Over the coming months everyone’s waking up, deep sleeps are a thing of the past
the green grass dancefloor has finally opened at long last.
The fairies have bloomed into their golden princess dresses,
They’ve finally become daring dancing dandelions and ladies tresses.
Greeted by the Dante daisies and the tulips as they tap dance and prance,
They are the first guests of many who will be attending the spring dance.
To twirl, swirl, glide, slide to sway the spring away at the infamous green grass dancefloor.
The butterflies flutter, dancing among the swaying dewdrops a sight to adore.
It’s summertime delight the sun is a disco ball in the sky,
it’s ray’s the stages spotlight complementing the sparkle of the firefly.
The VIPS of the night are ready to sprout up stars of the springtime dance.
They only make an appearance but once a year, to attend the dance
The daffodil delicately and dutifully arrives, just ahead of the spring dancer’s highlights.
Then the sunflower the true king of spring stalks tall with heads big bold and bright,
basking in the sun’s spotlight, they tower above all, beautifully they are simply the best,
greeting all the guests as they wake from there slumbering rest.
It’s time to let the annual springtime dance commence.
The colours are so vivid; the sounds so sweet; the aroma a fragrant floral incense
In which nothing else can compete.
On the lush green grass dancefloor wildflowers of all types, and kind begin to thrive.
The ants aim for the surface to watch the grasshopper’s lively jive.
The Beatles brazen colours shimmer green and blue, the springs strobe lights.
The swans simply glide on the lake alongside, playing eye spy through the towering, tall reeds.
Buttercups sporadically spread breaking up the greens.
Herons hiding in wait to see the glistening of scales,
he hopes and he’s praying his catch never fails.
Fish flip creating mesmerising whirlpools on the water’s surface.
Frogs, newts, and tadpoles are too nervous, so they attend just under the surface.
Ducks sound like there having a quack attack as they simply chitter chat.
Who knows the topic of the gossip, probably a bit of this and that,
Their dance is more of a glide, to allow for chitter chatter, so up down around and back
they slide, and on occasion they duck their heads down to dive.
Their arch nemesis the geese, glare as they arrive occasionally exchanging a honk or a hiss.
But if ducks dare to come to near then it’ll be a nip certainly not a kiss.
Blue bells blush upon the green grass dancefloor, as the clouds disperse and the blue skies open up, for the sun to shine once more
Blackbirds sing high up in the trees their feathers dancing in the breeze.
The spring dance truly shows the beauty of nature’s world
How lucky we are to enjoy the wonders of this dreamy world
Copyright © Sarah Cope | Year Posted 2022Spring time dance
The winter solstice has passed, so the spring dance can begin at last,
and everyone is invited, from every tree as far as the eye can see.
To each and every flourishing flower, the buzzing bees and singing birdies.
Over the coming months everyone’s waking up, deep sleeps are a thing of the past
the green grass dancefloor has finally opened at long last.
The fairies have bloomed into their golden princess dresses,
They’ve finally become daring dancing dandelions and ladies tresses.
Greeted by the Dante daisies and the tulips as they tap dance and prance,
They are the first guests of many who will be attending the spring dance.
To twirl, swirl, glide, slide to sway the spring away at the infamous green grass dancefloor.
The butterflies flutter, dancing among the swaying dewdrops a sight to adore.
It’s summertime delight the sun is a disco ball in the sky,
it’s ray’s the stages spotlight complementing the sparkle of the firefly.
The VIPS of the night are ready to sprout up stars of the springtime dance.
They only make an appearance but once a year, to attend the dance
The daffodil delicately and dutifully arrives, just ahead of the spring dancer’s highlights.
Then the sunflower the true king of spring stalks tall with heads big bold and bright,
basking in the sun’s spotlight, they tower above all, beautifully they are simply the best,
greeting all the guests as they wake from there slumbering rest.
It’s time to let the annual springtime dance commence.
The colours are so vivid; the sounds so sweet; the aroma a fragrant floral incense
In which nothing else can compete.
On the lush green grass dancefloor wildflowers of all types, and kind begin to thrive.
The ants aim for the surface to watch the grasshopper’s lively jive.
The Beatles brazen colours shimmer green and blue, the springs strobe lights.
The swans simply glide on the lake alongside, playing eye spy through the towering, tall reeds.
Buttercups sporadically spread breaking up the greens.
Herons hiding in wait to see the glistening of scales,
he hopes and he’s praying his catch never fails.
Fish flip creating mesmerising whirlpools on the water’s surface.
Frogs, newts, and tadpoles are too nervous, so they attend just under the surface.
Ducks sound like there having a quack attack as they simply chitter chat.
Who knows the topic of the gossip, probably a bit of this and that,
Their dance is more of a glide, to allow for chitter chatter, so up down around and back
they slide, and on occasion they duck their heads down to dive.
Their arch nemesis the geese, glare as they arrive occasionally exchanging a honk or a hiss.
But if ducks dare to come to near then it’ll be a nip certainly not a kiss.
Blue bells blush upon the green grass dancefloor, as the clouds disperse and the blue skies open up, for the sun to shine once more
Blackbirds sing high up in the trees their feathers dancing in the breeze.
The spring dance truly shows the beauty of nature’s world
How lucky we are to enjoy the wonders of this dreamy world
Copyright © Sarah Cope | Year Posted 2022

Copyright © Sarah Cope | Year Posted 2021

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