Springtime 
The birds are in the trees;
Everywhere there is love;
Just waiting to come around;
Tis the season of lovers;
Tis the season of life;
What better time of year;
To make everything seem right;
It it would stay spring;
All the year around; Then I think there would be a chance;
For peace to be found;
I found my heart;
The day I found you;
With one simple hello;
My heart belonged to you;
Every year around this time;
I am reminded of when we met;
It still surprises me today;
How someone like you;
Could be mine;
So a toast to Springtime I will make;
This is for all the wonderful love;
That springtime helped to make.
Tamatha Perkins Guthrie
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