• ~The sun plays lightly,
    On a persons face,
    Gently awakening them to face the day.

    Some mornings are quiet,
    Others are loud,
    While the rest lay sound asleep.

    Spring comes and brings with it,
    Joy and Love,
    A sense of quiet bliss.

    When spring comes,
    the children go out and play,
    looking for brightly colored eggs.

    While adults visit each other,
    chatting about days,
    that have long since past. ~