Poetry

It must have been in early part of spring
that bees and butterflies were still around
I saw small things fluttering on a wing
some small deer were threading through the dark wood
leaving tiny tracks all over the ground
while silently, looking, grazing some stood

while some did disappear in the mist
sadness was in my heart on that bright day
while of them I got not a single gist
as some wildness did suddenly sweep in
before that old thick fog did burn away
and my sightseeing really did begin

It must have been in early part of spring
while some did disappear in the mist.