Sweet Songs Of Spring

Coming home to us each year,

Our feathered friends

We hold so dear,

To remind us that

The winter’s now gone past,

As the buds begin to bloom

And as the snow makes way

For room, so gardens green can

Finally fill the space at last.

They sing with such delight,

As wings flutter while in flight,

They fill the air with joy and

Grace they gladly bring.

Let their beauty touch your days,

As they soar between sun’s rays

And just enjoy the sweet, pure

Sounds that herald spring.

soure