In the solemn silence of springtime,
a cooing bird sings his morning song.
Light streams golden glints on tinkling chime.
Path softens as creatures walk along.
Earth whispers softly, sweet voices praise
resurrection's gift-nature ablaze!
May the blessings of Easter's Resurrection Morn
spread light on everyone's pathway
during our quarantine life.
Thank you, Linda Mitchell, for nudging me to use take the first line of this poem and write a new poem. (This line was an option I wrote for the Kidlithosphere Progressive Poem and not chosen.)