Treasure Island

Barbara Stahly

(Boston Mass)

Magic


SPRING

Spring is here, I feel it in the air
The days are longer, the sky so blue
The trees are awake and the flowers too
The weather is warmer and the air smells so good
The beauty of Spring is magic to behold
Year after year it’s beauty enfolds
Flowers blossom and love does too
The birds and bees are as happy as can be
As they fly from flower to flower and
tree to tree
It’s a new beginning for all to enjoy
Leave your woes behind
Happiness is there for all to find
On this beautiful day in Spring

Submitted: Wednesday, April 02, 2008

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  • Paolo Giuseppe Mazzarello (4/2/2008 2:48:00 PM)

    Yeah, today is really a lovely day of Spring time, also because this kind author has recalled us it. Sometimes, inside and outside agree. (Report) Reply

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