Hatchling of springtime

Soft was the bluebird I held in my mind
for it was a hatchling of springtime.
Gently the wind opened swirls of devine and swayed on the nests that I layed there.
I could not contain the dear love that was mine as it took a fine hold of my being.
Miracles leaped like alertness entwined in the sugary light of my daydream.
Sweeter the air grew in purest lament as the souls danced around in its beams.
Floating like bubbles the angels arrived on the flickering light blessed streams.
Daisy's and daffodils danced like the dears
and the lambs bounced there way over meadows.
Earth spun a path of lifes heartwarming fun and the shepherd's watched the stars appearing.
A pillow of happiness cuddled the babe
and all were graced by his laughing.