Once again spring is on her way gone are the icy fingers of winter. Birds are busy building their nests buds on the trees ready to bloom. Long days beckon the sleepy sun to spread her warmth to the lands. Eagerly plants spring back to life bees and butterflies flit around. At last there is colour once again gone the drab grey of winter. My heart lightens with such joy singing along with earth's beat. Everywhere I walk on these hills I see signs of life springing up anew The moors full of lambs bleating and skipping with heartfelt delight. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~