Down by the spring I go this day
Rushing downhill with my dog to play,
I catch the bright colors of autumn leaves
Dancing in the wind as nature breathes.
The sound of the spring floats up to my ears,
I gaze down the hill as I near,
Spotting a butterfly with colorful wings,
Its little body but a blur as it speedily clings to random things.
The scent of the spring drifts up to my nose,
Sweet from the honeysuckle that dips and wallows.
I stooped down on the edge of the short little ledge,
Stealing a drink for my irksome thirst,
I tumbled into that sweet stream, headfirst!
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