When I woke this morning the air felt fresh and clean,
Although still early February it felt like early spring.
The birds sang with sweet harmonious tumultuous sounds,
It filled my heart with pure delight and made me want to sing.
The sky was a bright, bright blue, touched with wispy clouds
Dashing across the lake, laughing as they sped across the sky,
The warming sun dispelling any fear or pain that may linger
In a lonely soul, and bring a tear of gratitude to the eye.
A flock of geese came o're the lake and settled on the shore
And calmly sat on the sandy beach, and bathed in the gentle waves.
Hidden quiet beneath a stone a little snow drop grew,
Welcoming with gladness it's waking from earths grave.
Ann Margetson 1995
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