Springtime's Chorus

Upon each branch
golden rays glisten
and to a whispered chant
I listen.

Verses sang
by willows swishing
and harmony added
by children wishing.

 Waiting to hear
freedom’s ring
and join the robins
in the song they sing.

Springtime’s chorus
welcomes you now,
the song is reborn
so come and learn how

to sing like the wind
and hum like the trees.
Raise your voice to the sky,
As loud as you please.


The End

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