Spring

Wisps of white flow around
wedding bells sing in a distant town
harps are play there humbled tone
people sing in this spring a new
lilies blossom in the field
as little ones run around in the new wheat yield
we sit on our porches and read
as the the new moon weans
and the sun it glows in day light bright
giving all who see it hope of the warm nights
Spring once again is on
we all dance to this endless song
and finally when we fall in our beds
we have hope for the warmth we know is ahead....

©Insanity