Spring Song

Little Bird you sing and trill
Your notes so high and sweet 
They echo above me o’er the hill 
Where they the Sea do meet

Green meadows full of lambs born new
They run, prance, spring & bleat
A pair of twins to each Ewe
Running to their Mama’s teat

The daffodils their heads held to the Sun
Like her they do bright yellow shine
The sky is silky blue, the Bees have come
Collecting The Nectar that is their wine

Everything is as in centuries past
Nature dressed in Her Sunday Best
The sights & sounds & smells they cast
My Soul into a time so Blessed

Where the Breath of Spring
Allows my Heart to Sing
Her Song

Annette Abraminko (c) 2012