Spring, and our love began to push forth from the dormant soil of winter
Fresh shoots of love emerged, buds formed growing stronger each day, as
warmth and caring nurtured them.

Summer, and our love burst forth in spectacular blaze of color, with reds,
blues, yellows, and all shades in between like fields of flowers heavy with
Fragrant perfumes.

Fall, and sometimes chill winds blew, and although glorious colors of summer
Were fading, falls colors triumphantly dressed our love in rich hues of gold, red, and sunny yellows. Sometimes the winds blew colder, and the warmth seemed to be leaving.

Winter arrived, and the winds blew, storms came, leaves fell, all but one, it clung
to the tree fiercely, holding on. The howling winds tried to tear it from it’s firm base,
to shatter it, to crush its life. With indomitable spirit, it hung on, knowing that although
cold winds, and fierce storms may happen, Spring will come again, with renewed hope,
and it had only to hold on…..and survive….resist the temptation to give up…and choose instead
to gather strength from its base and hopes of tomorrow…and Spring….

DEE…..~1998~

There was a little bird
He sat there very still
Then all at once
He made a sound
A song, a lovers trill

His heart was full of love that day
I walked the forest floor
His song reached out and touched me
My heart began to soar

This tiny little yellow bird
He taught me well that day
If love you call
You cannot fall
And love will come to stay

As he sang his song of love
Yearning for his mate
This tiny little yellow bird
Dispelled the myth of fate

For in each song
We all can sing
A message to impart
We have the love, the song of hope
Deep within our heart

So fill your lungs with breaths of song
Give is one good try
And like the little yellow bird
Just spread your wings and fly

…………~DEE 1998~