SUNBEAMS Sunbeams through my window As I think about the day All the flowers blooming So colorful and gay From winter to the springtime Plants start turning luscious green I fear I'll have to mow the grass Or just stand up and scream The trees are dressing fully And shade is everywhere The sunbeams play upon the grass Oh, the silhouettes that are there Copyright © 2001 Twisted Dreams & Karen Gretencord. All rights reserved. Reproduction is strictly prohibited.