HOW GREY THE SKY|
How grey the sky on this spring day
How wet the sodden earth
The wind doth blow a thousand fold
On this place that gave me birth.
The daffodils are dancing
To them it is a merry day
Because they know the secrets
Of mother nature's play.
The sun will come a warming
The butterfly will float carefree
The birds will be singing
The blossom will be radiant on the tree.
Pensively I sit as this picture unfolds
As the wind slows it's a warm day
I sit and take all this beauty in
Tranquillity and happiness please stay.
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