Longing
It is the last day of February,
the air is crisp and cold,
snow flurries are softly falling,
Oh, what a sight to behold.
All things outside all beautiful,
all covered in sparkling snow,
but I want spring to come,
and to hear the Robin sing,
I am here,
I sing,
to let you know.
the air is crisp and cold,
snow flurries are softly falling,
Oh, what a sight to behold.
All things outside all beautiful,
all covered in sparkling snow,
but I want spring to come,
and to hear the Robin sing,
I am here,
I sing,
to let you know.
I long to see my heavenly home! Thanks for sharing these thoughts!
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