Live by April Broeckx

Come said Sunday morning,

Come said the falling snow.

Watch the flowers blooming,

In an unnatural glow.

 

Hurry said the Blue bird,

As he flew into the sky.

For the days are growing longer,

Don't let them pass you by.

 

The sun is shinning brightly,

The snow it melts away.

Life, it trickles lightly,

It has an even play.

 

All is as it should be,

All is well in town.

The Earth is running freely,

No place for me to drown.

 

-April Broeckx

Author's Note

Just tell me what you think.