Spring
As I walk between the trees, Beyond the bark and crispy leaves. I reach a clearing in the wood, Where once the tallest trees had stood. The sun it shines a narrow beam, Upon a winding shallow stream. On its banks the bluebells grow, Where weeks before there had been snow. The squirrels search their winter store, Glad to see the spring once more. Happy frisky games they play, As nature sends new life their way. Now I’ll return to whence I came, Returning here next spring again. Filled with joy at what I’ve seen, God’s hands at work with everything. |