Spring Magic
Bright-yellow songbird up in the
tree
singing each note with so much glee;
you lift a heart when it's windy and cold
and give my pen a story to be told.
(written May 8, 2004 to be cont'd.)
Here it is, the 13th of May,
I've listened and watched you every day.
It now is hot and very humid
but your song goes on like an arrow from cupid.
I love my garden and I know why;
it's a place where God keeps my spirits high.
He gives me a solo from one of His choir;
you need no strings from His heavenly lyre.
Your song, so sweet, is an introduction
for each bloom in God's most-colourful production.
Forget-me-nots are now in bloom
and in my heart there will always be room
to know how special each flower must feel
to be welcomed by music - heavenly and real.
Bright-yellow songbird up in the tree
your magical notes have touched even me.
Joan Adams Burchell
(written May 13, 2004)
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