Spring

July 8, 2009
A bird sings
A song of freedom
From a frostbitten, colorless time
Always a struggle
Just simply to survive
All of the challenges of the world
That it faced day after day
A song of glee
For the world’s renewed beauty
From a slumber
That was far too long
A bird sings
It’s own little song
Of life





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