Morning sky is filled with spring.
Buzzing like an early bee.
Blossoms are attractive.
Calling them.
A chill within.
A chill without.
I hear in heart,
I hear in ears, the children shout.
The joy of chirping voices.
As they buzz to school.
So noisy they are.
As mummy calls them to the car.
The baby cries.
Into the seat.
Settles down and off to sleep.
Heigh-**, heigh-**,
And it's off to school they go.
(C) LIVVI