The Little Sunbeam
A happy little sunbeam
Came in my room today
And told me I could put
My scarf and heavy boots away
It danced across my blankets
Up to the window pane
Pointing to the busy birds
Building nests again
Trees waved at me with branches
Showing off their tiny buds
There’s no snow left to play in…
But look at all that mud!
Thank you little sunbeam
It was nice of you to bring
These wonderful things for me to see
That only come in Spring
©Sharon Langan
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