Daughter SpringDaughter SpringDaughter Spring
She stands in the field, Now that winter has ended, Her hair is as gold as the sun, Her eyes match the green stems, Of the yellow daffodils, And the wind blows softly as she begins to sing,
She sings a soft song, To the plants and animals, The song is gentle and swift, The rabbits and the squirrels move quickly, Around her bare feet, To find their mate for the spring,
The plants bloom brightly, Growing faster with every note she sings, And the sun seems to shine even brighter, Then she stops singing, The r
NightNight has fallen, Over the land, It seems so endless, Like grains of sand,Night
It never stops flowing, Like the ocean so deep, It never stops churning, Throughout my sleep,
It never stops going, This wonderful darkness, It keeps on growing, But shows no liveliness,
So if you have listened, To this beautiful tale, Night has befallen, Like a black nightingale...
