A Gardeners Dream

In The gray of winter, when the birds don’t sing, there is frost in the ground, there is ice in the stream When you have shivered so long that you could just “Scream” Just envision the joys, the flowers of spring Smell the air, so warm, so serene The birds have returned, hear the song that they sing There is bounce in your step, hey; it is back on the scene You sample the fragrance, as it drifts on the breeze With dirt on your hands while you are down on your knees Wow, it has happened again, it is actually spring “Dream”