Spring

The snow patches are seen
They are spread out everywhere
I see the brown grass that has appears
All buds on the trees ready to grow
Everything is being reborn again
This is a welcomesite to see

All the birds that flew away
Have returned from the south
Home once again rebuilding nests
For the little ones to nestle in
And they will soon be born
In the early morning dawn

The mother bird will fly
Searching for their food
Filling their bellies full Then they will sleep
To be hungry in the dawn
Chirpy loudly to be fed

That is the sign of Spring
All the birds are singing songs
It happens at the crack of dawn
What a joyu it is to hear
It is music to my ears
To the songs of all the birds
To listen to the songs of birds
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Berggren Avatar
July 22, 2017 at 7:02 PM
Bird songs can be very happy to hear. I have a clock that makes a different bird sound each hour.
De Beaulieu Avatar
July 23, 2017 at 2:13 PM
Spring is when all the birds come home. My favourite time of year. Have a nice day my friend.
Dietrich Avatar
February 19, 2017 at 7:25 PM
this is so sweet, Darlene. I love that time of year
De Beaulieu Avatar
February 21, 2017 at 5:39 PM
I also love this time of year. I like to listen to the doves sing their songs.I love the geese,blue jays,,and the humming birds and the sparrows. These are my favourite birds.
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