And the spring comes slowly up this way.
And the spring comes slowly up this way.
All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair The bees are stirring birds are on the wing And Winter slumbering in the open air, Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring And I the while, the sole unbusy thing, Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories