When the green
Shoots through the clay
The earth is spring
Hardened by frost
Tempered by rain
The waiting over
It is for us
To be
Where daffodils dance
When the green shoots
STORYTELLER
STORYTELLER
When the green
Shoots through the clay
The earth is spring
Hardened by frost
Tempered by rain
The waiting over
It is for us
To be
Where daffodils dance