Words unspoken, Words unread!
The joys of Spring.......
The birds are in full chorus,
How I love to hear them sing.
The daffodils are in full bloom,
It surely must be Spring.
The tulips and the crocus,
And the grass so lush and green.
I know this happens every year,
But still it must be seen.
The squirrels chasing 'round the park,
The ducklings follow mum.
The fragrance of a thousand things,
And all rolled into one.
The morning mist lies on the ground,
As the dogs roam off their lead.
Acknowledgements and nodding heads,
"Good morning", is agreed.
I walk along eyes open wide,
Try to memorise each scene.
each creature, plant and friendly face,
What a lovely day it's been............
