by Melissa Park

Created on: March 09, 2010

Sunshine my warm hearted fair-weather friend,

Thank you for spring buds you so gently tend.

Through the long winter, I waited for you

To wake sleeping angels and make them new.

Slowly they rise, like Venus from the sea

A million angels singing winters last eulogy.

Hidden hearts lured by your springtime sigh,

Fresh minions reaching for the sky.

There is no rest, no pause, no silence,

Just colours that explode with violence

Leaves are new on blooming trees,

Sweet scents of nectar sing to bees.

With your gentle, warm caress

You make the air seem new and fresh,

Do you feel the joy that you deliver

With each ray of your sunshine river?

Your song is an ancient melody

Beaming hope through all eternity,

Despite all the heartache life's seasons may bring,

Hope will be returning, in the spring.

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