The Hills, The Spring Hills

How yellowed and yellowish sun will rise to the

crystal and disco sky, as many of hot tub came in

to the hills completely, it steam up with sounded

bubbling bubbles poking up and foreword, it looks

like Spring time, Spring fever, The hills was truly

magically and vibrant and modern, very colorful

and bright, the grooviest winds was blowing out to

the western east, all the pine trees were bigger and

biggest ever been told, got the picnic blanket were

laying down on the Spring uproarious grass to

grass so peacefully and calm and relax, as billion of

Easter basket filled with chocolates, its good for love

beauty passion on the Spring hills, filled with Spring

poems and poetry in thin air

Written by

Michael James Brindley
4-2-15