Outside my window I can spy
A flock of birds exiting by
The day is crisp, the air is sweet
Perhaps the winter’s in retreat.
Can you hear water dripping down
It makes this happy joyful sound
And melts into a drip, drip, drop
That seems somehow to never stop.
What if tomorrow does not come
To all of us but only some
Tis time to thank our God above
For sharing His eternal love !
Claire V. Bogdanos 