SPRING SLIDES DOWN THE MOUNTAINSIDES
The snow is melting
Green grass is showing
Slowly spring slides
down the mountain sides
and takes us from
our winter's ride
Slide, spring, slide
Don't stop now
Come on into view
As humming birds take wing
Let the mockingbirds sing
Let there be joy in the budding
and rejoicing in the blossoms
of spring's flowers everywhere
And at eventide
Let the full moon shimmer
O let the full moon
shimmer, all the while
(Written on April 30, 2015,
my wife's, Donna's, birthday)
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