She shakes the Blues, dances the Greens, sings the Yellows
them loud-gaudy-spotted Reds will also be expressed;
for all is kewl, there ain't no such thing as 'dull'
when Nature decides to throw a party
Easing into Spring, this alonging-Sing
with Earthworms, Spiders, and Ladybirds
busy navigating ropes of Enormous Strength;
as Gaia weaves the web of micro Life and then She
spins it into silken unchained blocks of 0s and 1s
for a budding barge to enjoy at his (p)leisure
The icy-blue ghosts of Mistmas seem far away
dreamy, floaty phantoms of cold windy days;
for in the ringing of the Spring Bluebells
roars of dandy-lions spring forth and
colourful action drama takes place;
all that is worth living micro for -
lifted now from Winter's trance,
begins anew and evermore
to Dance, Dance, Dance.
