The sun is shining in the sky
The gentle breeze is passing by
The trees are laden with new green
There’s ne’er a cloud that can be seen.
The birds are busy housekeeping
Sometimes I hear the faint peeping
I ponder how much more we’ll wait
Until they gather at the gate
I love to hear their joyous song
It makes me feel that I belong !
Claire V. Bogdanos 