There’s always something so special, about being outside
Fresh air and birdsong, Mole holes combined.
Uniqueness that blends Mother Nature entwined
To hear little birds celebrate their own birth.
To see how rivers’ waters trickle o’er the earth
As lambs come our way, help witness their birth.
Celebration, rejoicing, delight in our soul
Springs love of life, Spring’s happy we take.
So with each single step or motion of wheel,
When we venture outside
Remember enjoy, every sense of Spring’s birth.
© Sharon-Elizabeth Walker, 2012