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Question:Spring Steps In

O, with welcomed, raptued sighs,
the meadow, at last, spring came and called.
With long and twisting, budding eyes,
the trees lavished their green-entralled.
The flowers offered their best perfumes
to scent her sacred bed while birds
wild with their holy tunes danced about
her garland'd head.

I think that when the leaves are just budding on the trees and not fully out yet they are like the trees eyes.

Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: Spring Steps In

O, with welcomed, raptued sighs,
the meadow, at last, spring came and called.
With long and twisting, budding eyes,
the trees lavished their green-entralled.
The flowers offered their best perfumes
to scent her sacred bed while birds
wild with their holy tunes danced about
her garland'd head.

I think that when the leaves are just budding on the trees and not fully out yet they are like the trees eyes.

This is quite lovely. The imagery is clear and elegant, creating a wonderful spring picture of a tree in the meadow, attending by songbirds. I think it is a beautiful poem. Thank you.

that doesnt rhyme. butit is very descriptive good job!

i dont like it. sorry. i hate spring, so that might be part of it

awww so pretty!!! i wish i could be a good poet like you

I see what you mean about the leaves budding.