they all come out - for Spring to see
One day....
you wake up to the sound of birds
singing out loud and clear
like heavenly choirs
pleasing the ear
But those Aprils fool you
cold winds and showering rain
still hits you - again, again, again
One day....
the sun is back
birds loud and clear
May may come
no more frost to fear
From the tiny bird to the grand old tree
they all come out - for Spring to see
