Spring flowers.

Got inspiration from a picture.

POEM.

My spring time poem.

I always like to be alone
among the older trees …

What better place to be, then in a field of a million roses…

This May season is really warm. The birds fly all over. The fruits are sweet than never.

This is a poem about love in differnt seasons.

Green is the color of nature. The golf field is also called the green and it is available from April until October. The more it is green the more the land is fertile.

Enjoying the end of winter.