[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.
A very cold and snowy New York morning to be exact.

[laurenmarlowe]

Good evening Ms. Feather!

Van Morrison and the Chieftans ~ Rangland Road

[LunaRed]

SPRING.....This is is the season of birth and plenty. The barn full of grain, The leaves green again, The mist of the clouds full with water. The children are singing, a lone robin winging, The wind on my cheek, The sun in my hair, O' what God has seen to share.

[LunaRed]

TREE.....I climbed into those lofty arms and knew that I was free from harm................... They rocked me gently as a baby; would I come down; I answered maybe........................... I looked across the waving fields and fancied that I saw new hills. ..................................The breeze played laughter with my hair, If I were animal, this is my lair.............................. They rocked me gently as a baby, would I come down; I answered maybe.