Now the Spring has returned to my life
I feel the earth begin to grow.
Soft and green the trees are leaning down
And the winter winds don’t blow.
Yet I know that Spring is fleeting.
In a heartbeat it is gone
Even now the flowers are fading,
The blossoms slowly drifting down.
Bringing Spring inside my life
So ephemeral, yet so profound
Holding it warms my heart,
So dried and worn from winter storms
I celebrate the birdsong symphony
The bright colors all around
In the morning light Spring lies with me
Dreaming down so soft and warm
And the waking earth
Stirs me to grow as well
Telling me to try and try again.
Like the new sprouts on the trees
Now the Spring has returned to my life.
I feel the earth begin to grow.
Soft and green the trees are leaning down,
And the winter winds don’t blow.
May 19, 2021
May 19, 2021 at 2:23 AM UTC
Now the Spring has returned to my life
I feel the earth begin to grow.
Soft and green the trees are leaning down
And the winter winds don’t blow.
Yet I know that Spring is fleeting.
In a heartbeat it is gone
Even now the flowers are fading,
The blossoms slowly drifting down.
Bringing Spring inside my life
So ephemeral, yet so profound
Holding it warms my heart,
So dried and worn from winter storms
I celebrate the birdsong symphony
The bright colors all around
In the morning light Spring lies with me
Dreaming down so soft and warm
And the waking earth
Stirs me to grow as well
Telling me to try and try again.
Like the new sprouts on the trees
Now the Spring has returned to my life.
I feel the earth begin to grow.
Soft and green the trees are leaning down,
And the winter winds don’t blow.
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