Acknowledgement

I love to hear the songbirds sing
Their lilting madrigal of grace
When heralding the start of spring,

The morning air will brightly ring,
A tired pulse picks up its pace.
I love to hear the songbirds sing

It means my cheeks no longer sting
As old man winter smacks my face.
When heralding the start of spring

The robins and the sparrows fling
Themselves into the frantic race.
I love to hear the songbirds sing

And every noise they tend to bring
It means we’re all still in the chase.
When heralding the start of spring

Within our minds we’re reckoning
How many more we’ll relish in this place.
I love to hear the songbirds sing
When heralding the start of spring.