sunflowerFeeling quite hopeful and don’t know why
For there’s no blue up in the sky
Everything is dreary and gray
Is it odd to feel this way?

Could it be a touch of Spring
Borne upon the Robin’s wing?
Bossy bird, push back the snow
Tell Old Man Winter: It’s time to go.

There’s something out there, in the air
It whispers to me and tugs my hair
The hope of things yet left undone
Playful promise, a day full of fun.

Don’t want to stumble or to fall
But it’s okay … my dreams are small
Laughter and family and peace of mind
Spring sunshine and a breeze that’s kind.

I’m feeling hopeful, and wonder why
Could that be some blue, up in the sky?
The Robin nods in his knowing way
Promising good things on a Springtime day.



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