Of Natures Gifts Poem by Theodora (Theo) Onken

Relish the words of dancing frenzy
In the morning light they're borne
Cascading in spirals resplendent
Upon the 'word' meadows the dew adorns;

'Cross the poetic meadows of floral basking
'Neath a spring sprinkle of rhymes sublime
Caressed by the breeze and sheer softness
'On fire' in the paths of time;

Moving ever onward in sweet verse splendor
Hand and hand 'til midnight 'tis nigh
Encircled by golden ribbons of absolute elation
As a bird soaring through blue skies so high;