Spring sings her own song; every note finds its way
across winter's white drifts to that first, sun-soaked day.
She croons to young hearts, those who have eyes to see
the gossamer wonders of life in a sea
of poppies and butterflies, grass and damp earth––
beginnings, renewals, reflections of birth.
Spring freshens the spirit like sweet, morning dew
and helps us to smile through our rainy days, too.
Photos of my granddaughter are courtesy of Tendershootz.
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