We live in a world of wonders to behold,
As life around us starts to unfold.
Baby deer in the woods,
baby calves in the barn,
Little baby kittens playing
in Moma's yarn.

Little babies here and
little babies there,
It must be something in the air.
I think it's called spring, that
starts all this fuss,
and brings all these little ones
here to us.

copy right - Harold L. Phillips 1996

I'm glad to be alive
As the sun shines through the trees,
The pines whisper
As they sway gently in the breeze,
The birds are singing
A merry little tune
For they know that spring
Will be here very soon.

copy right - Marie Phillips 1988

The smell of spring is in the air.
I feel that I have no worry or care.
Everything around me is springing
to life,
Erasing the visions of war and
strife.

Oh, that every day could be as as
this new spring day,
With flowers coming forth in
their colorful array!
Filling the air with their
sweet fragrance anew,
Each blossom shining from the
kiss of morning dew.

Songbirds are singing sweet
melodies of spring,
As bits of straw and twigs
to new nests they bring.
Even they agree it's a
beautiful time of the year,
As they fill the air with
their glad songs of cheer.

Butterflies are flittering
around flowers and trees,
Softly in the warm sunshine
and gentle spring breeze.
Bees are gathering pollen
from sweet smelling flowers.
Such are the sights and sounds
of the springtime hours.

copy right - Martha Franks 1996

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