Waking up to the blackbird’s song
a lovely sound it’s all along.
the lark it twitters right at dawn
by the edge of wood you see a fawn.
The breeze, it touches twig and bloom
the bees, they hum and search their room
to collect the nectar for their brood
spring is here and lifts your mood.
Carefully you watch the tree
find lizard and wren, and they both flee.
From far you hear a starling’s voice
So much spring and so much joice.
Bluebirds, finches, sparrows fly
argue, fight and then soar high.
They collect the very best
for their brood within the nest.
You walk and smile, sun on your skin
a soft wind in your hair and you lift your chin.
the hum, the songs, the twitter in your ear
and then you know: spring is here.
(Copyright, April 2016, Aurora Jean Alexander)
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