A new life, a new day,
A new way, a new pace.
I love the trees,
The whistling breeze,
The flowing river,
Making it's way,
Through the valley.
Smell the fragrances,
Flowers in bloom,
Bees a buzz,
They seem to adorn the room :-)
Leaves are bright green,
Soon to fade,
To yellow, orange, red.
The Autumn scent will drift,
On the drizzling rain,
The pebbly river,
Will flow rapidly again.
The birds will sing,
And begin their journey,
To fly to warmer weather.
We have been blessed,
We have been given,
A new place,
A new haven,
A new way,
To rest, find peace and enjoy life :)
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Spring has supposedly come I'm reminded of the hymn we used to sing: "What a wondrous time is spring, When all the trees are buddi...
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