Early Spring

She paints pictures of the sea
Of sunsets and silhouetted trees
She sits down at the window looking out
Taking in the breeze

She hangs photographs on the wall
She lets her long hair fall
Singing sweet melodies
Her voice receding down the hall

She drifts across the hardwood floor
Like nothing I've ever seen before

Her soft hands on the keys
The world turns slowly with every note she reads
Feel the cool air coming in
Children laughing, playing in the street



Credits
Writer(s): Great Horned Owl
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