Of a Spring Morning The little bird, the small, the sweet,
The bird that sings
On a branch of tree,
Is full of joy,
And all the sky is in her song
A spring morning, in the light of gold,
The world is fresh and new,
It is a sweet story.
Each leaf, each fragrant flower,
Paint the colors bright
That echo through the hours,
Like playful children,
Opening every door
To life’s adventure.

• Robert Louis Stevenson