Deep underground Mother Earth leaned on her broom and gazed down at the sleeping babies
She was pleased that they would sleep through the harsh winter days
Which were fill of blizzards and snow storms.
She would wake them when the first warm rays of spring sunlight touched the surface above her
How happy they would be, to go up into the spring meadow and smell the fresh spring air
Cheers Marie
She was pleased that they would sleep through the harsh winter days
Which were fill of blizzards and snow storms.
She would wake them when the first warm rays of spring sunlight touched the surface above her
How happy they would be, to go up into the spring meadow and smell the fresh spring air
Cheers Marie