The morn of spring

How lovely does that green grass grow,
The birds, they sing as I sit and sew,
That heavenly smell of the early morning dew,
That makes my lungs feel good as new.

The humming of the birds, it plays with my heart,
And as I sing along, I sit and wonder how did it all start,
And as I start this precious day.
I feel a part of spring in a very special way.

The morn of spring

happynuthouse

Joined February 2008

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