- Saw the first tulips coming up and little patches of green ground cover everywhere
- Heard two meadowlarks calling to each other across the field
- Smelled the first hint of something growing underneath the musty cover of leaves
- Touched the new buds on the tree branches
- Felt the joy of the new season
Hooray!
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I second that "hooray"!
I saw my first robin last week!
Morning has broken, like the first morning.
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird.
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning,
Praise for them springing fresh from the Word.
Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlit from heaven.
Like the first dewfall, on the first grass.
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden,
Sprung in completeness where His feet pass.
Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning.
Born of the one light Eden saw play.
Praise with elation, praise every morning;
God's recreation of the new day.
Morning has broken, like the first morning.
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird.
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning,
Praise for them springing fresh from the Word.
-- Cat Stevens
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