Poetry

Come joyful sun and shine brightly upon
the gloomy, cold and rainy winter chill
until every mark of winter is gone,
let flowers bloom at my house on the hill,
bring the dainty, lively and lovely spring
let bright wild flowers everywhere appear,
birds sing; butterflies fly on each small wing,
as if once more creation is drawing near,
while the skies are dark blue and crystal clear.