And gold once more
shall shimmer, upon
the hope of spring
morning birds their
songs prepare,
as breath's of
softest emerald blow,
across the waiting
boughs,
new grass shall
soon the mower tempt,
and early petals flaunt
their wares.
I can see
waht you say
I can hear
what you saw
as if at that day
i was watching
the same show
I like your theme
That's a lovely comment, thank you :-) Sue.
have anice spring
I can see
waht you say
I can hear
what you saw
as if at that day
i was watching
the same show
I like your theme
That's a lovely comment,
That's a lovely comment, thank you :-) Sue.