Spring Mornings

There’s a whisper, a sigh

As the world slowly wakens

The trees rustle and stretch

The birds flutter and sing

The sounds of morning

Of spring fill the air

The soft melody of birds swell

Soft twitters and hums

Chirps and trills

Lift and sing

Spinning out onto the winds of spring

Morning sighs and grows

Warmed and eased by the gentle sun

Skies of blue open wide

The clouds are lazy in the sky

I wake and listen to the world

And smile

Grateful I’m alive