The Whispering Song of Spring
The time has come,
Of wind and rain and sun;
A world rich in embroidery,
And sunlight pouring down on me.
Hear the birds calling forth,
With gladness, glee and mirth;
All the flowing rivers and streams,
The trees draped in garland leaves.
Sweet, I breathe the pure air,
Winter's ruin soon to disappear;
O, the blessed harmony of Spring,
The daisy and violet blooming flowers.
I feel new life in everything,
Hours can I dwell beneath the sky;
The forest weaves endlessly her filigree,
O, blessed is the whispering song of Spring.
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August 26, 2012
Poetry/Verse/The Whispering Song Of Spring
Copyright Protected, ID 08-4163-23-26
All Rights Reserved, 2012, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Spring Is In The Air
Sponsor, Tracie Edwards Judged 09/03/2012
First Place
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