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

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