As it goes from winter in to spring.
As the sunlight shines downwards
Cascading shadows upon the ground,
The birds chirping so sweetly,
With an early morning choral song.
The winds are blowing cold,
But no longer have the big freeze,
Blowing ever so gently,
As an early morning breeze.
The mist is rising slowly,
Streams are running still,
Spring is nearly here now,
Hopefully no more big chills.
The colours will soon start to change,
As it goes from winter in to spring,
With new animals and birds around,
Colourful new trees and flowers it will bring.
Written by David Boyce
Copyright DavidBoyce©2015
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