Hopeful

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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