Early one bright morning
I stepped outside the door
I noticed something different
I didn't see before.

The cold winds of winter
Blow gentler towards Spring
All around me becomes renewed
For every living thing.

I hear a new melody
From high up in the trees
The one only a bird can sing
A song especially for me.

The smells,the sights,the wonders
Seems to be all around
Just step outside into nature
See the wonders that abound.
~ © by Christine McClemans ~