Miracles of spring

"Little birds are singing from the trees
Walking slowly on my two bare feet
Gentle grass under me as I sweep
On and on and on, on and on I´m
Floating - Floating"

Anette sat down on her living room couch as she continued to sing. She gently stroked her growing pregnancy bump. Anette felt the baby moving around, thankful that he/she decided to sleep last night.

"Someone´s calling me from underneath
Putting down my ear to hear the beat
From the voices far within the deep
On and on and on, on and on I´m

Flowing - Flowing - Swaying - Floating
Flowing - Flowing - Swaying - Floating"

Anette had always been singing to her children. When they were babies, they stopped crying when she sang, and listened intensive while they followed her lips. She would rock them to sleep, watched them as they closed their eyes and drifted off into dreamland. 

"Magic wonders in the golden breeze

Changing daily and surrounding me
In the eyeglass I can see them freeze
On and on and on, on and on I´m

Floating - Falling - Floating - Flying
Falling - Falling - Floating - Flying"

Anette watched as the sunlight broke through the grey clouds in the sky. It was a pleasant afternoon, while her boys were out, doing the grocery shopping. 

My boys she thought.

"On and on... Falling - Falling - Floating – Flying"

Anette sighed while the last part of the song faded out. She looked down on her bump and smiled.

"Soon you will be joining the Olsson family, little one."

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Just a little fluffy one-shot.

Sorry, all the recent blog posts from Anette has been about babies. I just got carried away, that's all.

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The lyrics to Floating belongs to Anette Olzon. I own nothing.