Birds of Spring by Jane Ayers Sweat

As the sun rises

Birds begin to sing

I sip my coffee as they chirp

It's Spring!

Butterflies flutter

Flowers bloom

Birds chatter

Lifting my gloom.

As the dew

Waters the grass

The birds watch

With eyes like glass.

A new day begins

With the bird songs

Your soul feels peace

And no longer longs.

Feeling down or low?

The birds are here to help

Hear their songs

And get some spring in your step.