
Whistling through the daffodils,
Kissing the water of Golden Pond,
The vernal breeze flows like silk over the earth.
Breathing life back into nature,
Shaking the trees from their dormant state,
Bringing the world back into harmonious splendor.
Whistling through the daffodils,
Kissing the water of Golden Pond,
The vernal breeze flows like silk over the earth.
Breathing life back into nature,
Shaking the trees from their dormant state,
Bringing the world back into harmonious splendor.
There is a sweetness in reveling in the midnight hour,
Of breathing the spring air as it dances down to earth with the blossoms,
A rebirth of the spirit on a cool evening,
Peepers calling in the distance,
A reminder that despite the pain, there is still much beauty to life,
And many reasons to yearn for the day,
To see the beauty of rolling clouds and fields under God’s blue sky again.