Coming home to us each year,
Our feathered friends
We hold so dear,
To remind us that
The winter's now gone past,
As the buds begin to bloom
And as the snow makes way
For room, so gardens green can
Finally fill the space at last.
They sing with such delight,
As wings flutter while in flight,
They fill the air with joy and
Grace they gladly bring.
Let their beauty touch your days,
As they soar between sun's rays
And just enjoy the sweet, pure
Sounds that herald spring.
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