Easter Morn

There is nothing quite so pleasant
As the season known as Spring
When flowers bloom
With sweet perfume
And robins start to sing



Rays of sunshine bright and warm
The trees all green and bright
Blue skies everywhere
Nothing can compare
It's a day of pure delight



Bees are buzzing all around
Drifting playfully among the flowers
School's out for the day
There's more time to play
In this season of longer hours



Now comes a special morning
The day has just begun
Sweet faces beaming
Bright morning gleaming
Running outside one by one



Yards filled with laughing children
Scampering through the grass
Easter baskets swinging
Voices merrily singing
In dew like drops of glass



And if you listen close enough
You can almost hear God's voice
His great wisdom to impart
You must listen with your heart
And on this day rejoice

Kathleen McCoy Eldridge©
April 9. 2006
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"Birds of Morning"
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