From The Archives, I MADE THIS FOR YOU, Writing spring song March 27, 2015 by Savannah M. Hawkins if you sing a song to me let it be sung like spring like a dandelion’s white puffs that a child’s breath scattered swirling without a care floating through the air the breeze will bring your tune to the bluebird outside my window who sings each morning to wake the sky his tune a lonesome lullaby but if you sing a song like winter that sticks and pricks and frosts the air shadows will consume the once bright sun and I, my dear, will not be won Tweet Share this:TweetShare on TumblrLike this:Like Loading... Related Previous Beginnings lead to endings and endings lead to beginnings Newer For the temple is a house of God, a place of love and beauty You May Also Like The princess and her knight: Happy 30th, Josh! May 31, 2017 That one time I was misdiagnosed and never fully recovered November 22, 2020 This is how [I] do July 13, 2018 Leave a Reply Cancel replyYour email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Name * Email * Website Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment. Comment Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.