Spring may come and spring may go.
Winter’s gone and so’s the snow.
Buds appear upon the tree,
And the robins do I see.
Sweet their songs that calm my breast
Giving me much needed rest.
As I listen to their tune
The day intrudes all too soon.
I find myself lost in chores
Some of which I do abhore.
But I try to smile away
All the bad I feel each day.
I too wish I was a bird
Sitting there so I’d be heard
Giving song to those in need
Spreading joy of spring indeed.