Joys of Spring by Cassandra Connolly
“The music starts, the birds sing, an enchanting tune, the songs of Spring.
Flower’s twirl to the sun’s beat, a happy melody set on repeat.
Windswept leaves break the trance, a slight pause in the eternal dance.
Reaching out so very high, almost plucking the glow right from the sky.
A favour to hold, a tangible thing, to have and keep the joys of Spring.”
