Hee Hee
Repeated, with a whole lotta happy, because somewhere outside my window, she is …
♥
She comes back in April
& I call her Hee Hee because of the song she sings.
Heeeeee Hee
Heeeeee Hee
Every year, for as long as I can remember.
Heeeeee Hee
Heeeeee Hee
I’ve never seen her, she hides within the trees
& although I sometimes wonder what she looks like, there are certain somethings I will never, ever Google.
Hee Hee will remain my forever mystery.
She sings to me throughout the days, my Spring, Summer and Autumn constant, my lovely, easy, background music.
When Hee Hee arrives with her happy, teasing tune she brings with her a gentle reminder.
She whispers, I’ve made it through Winter
& her simple song tells me Spring is truly here.
Buds budding, flowers growing, refreshing, colorful Spring.
She is the teeny, tiny glow at the end of a long tunnel, my annual informer that the light is here,
the light will always, always, ALWAYS be here.
Hee Hee’s back.
YaY.
Serenading her uniquely silly message of !! yes !! this thing called Life IS
Pretty. Darn. AMAZING.
Heeeeee Hee.
