Spring

The birds are chirping in the trees, And not a cloud in the sky, It seems to say everywhere, That spring is near by. The wind it whispers soft and low,



As March comes creeping in, And the warmth that fills my soul, For spring has begun. Soon the flowers will bloom everywhere, The grass will be so green, The trees will fill their limbs with leaves, And summer will follow spring

by: Louise Matney




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