Just listen within the voice of spring
To each musical sound
What a pleasure it may bring
When old man winter isn’t around
The wind chimes in the sun of the day
Is serenaded by our feathered friends
Easter flowers begin to bloom
In different colors - a beautiful blend
The buttercups and daffodils are in a parade
Through the soft breeze of spring
There is the sign of the dogwood trees
Are bursting in colors as the robin sings
A shower of raindrops falling here and there
From the beautiful sky up above
The doors of the chapel are open wide
The bells will ring with the sound of young love
©Johanna Fields, March 25th 2009
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