Spring Its spring its spring Oh I just can’t wait To find fruits on the vases And flowers on my plate I want to hear the warm sun And feel the robin singing Watch the scent of the flowers And smell the butterflies flying Its spring its spring […]
The morns are meeker than they were, The nuts are getting brown; The berry’s cheek is plumper, The rose is out of town. The maple wears a gayer scarf, The field a scarlet gown. Lest I should be old-fashioned, I’ll put a trinket on. Emily Dickinson
Winter, Spring, Summer or Fall…all you have to do is call. And I’ll be there, yes I will, you’ve got a friend. You’ve Got a Friend by James Taylor
Emily Carter ~ Nature as Art 