I 3... Poem by Sam Medina

I love this month,
when the flowers melt from the frost,
And open thier petals up for the world to see.

i love this month,
when the world comes back to life,
When it comes out of its icy coma,
And awakes from its dark, cold hibernation.

i love the way the animals,
come out to greet the sun,
that has been hidden behind the snow and clouds,
for so many days.

i love the way the children come out,
to play and soak up the sun,
while the birds chirp from above.

i love the way the green grass,
tickles my skin when i lay down to rest.

i love the smell,
of the dusty odor,
after a gentle poor of rain.

i love the way,
my dads barbeque gases
impare my vision in the sunlight.

i love the way.