I hear the birds song again, I have heard them sing this melody before but not quit like this.

The song is soft, for it is never loud.

I am warm, but there is no sun in sight.

Butterflies flutter and bees tease the roses in all its beauty.

Children cry of laughter from the chasing of excitement.

For life is full of treasures big and small.

Spring

As violins play in the wind of mother, natures lullaby.

One lies in her bed of cool tickled grass and sighs,

In a timeless, sleep safe from harm.

Dreaming in bliss and peace in my Sunday dress.

I have lied there since the sun blessed me with his rays.

I had chatted with the old willow tree. Sat in his arm and listened as he whispered his word of wisdom.

Spring

Before the day was through, I was one to have danced freely among the wind and his playful melodies.

But by the hour of evening upon me f ell and I no longer heard birds singing, teasing of bees by the flowers.

The dear willow did not awaken from his sleep.

Spring

I was once alone again in my Sunday dress.

A call of my name shouted from the little white home in the distance.

Yes momma, gazed at the land in front of me and smiled .

I shell see you all soon for another wonderful adventure

For now wish you my dear friends a good night bless you As I skipped happily to the same little white house.