So gentle is the morn in spring as tender as the rose whose dewdrop petals long to bring their beauty to expose. The warm sunlight and fresh spring air, the breeze is blowing in our hair. The warm sunlight… the warm sunlight invigorates a day so fair. So gentle is the morn in spring in nature’s outdoor room; the butterflies are fluttering from bloom to lovely bloom to pollinate the flowers need and spread their beauty with it’s seed. To pollinate… to pollinate the budding love that will proceed. So gentle is the morn in spring like coos of mourning dove while calling for his mate to bring exciting lilts of love. I long to feel so young again while strolling in the April rain; I long to feel… I long to feel the tender notes of love’s refrain. April 9, 2020