Quietly, it came again . . .
So soft . . .I almost missed it.
When sunshine streamed through broken clouds
and dewdrops gently kissed it.
Sleepy still . . . but awake at last,
Oh how I've missed her singing.
When springtime fills my heart with joy_
Great happiness she's bringing!
Ruth Carmichael Ellinger, @2000
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