
I look outside at the
Grey skies
Brown grass
And bare trees
Closing my eyes I dream of
Green grass
Lush trees
And a myriad of flowers blooming
Opening my eyes I spot
A tree with buds
The tips of a tulip
And the sun starting to shine
Spring is coming
It is not just a dream
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – myriad