As My Eyes Devour Spring

As spring is born it bursts forth it's green, as the living woods look so fresh and clean. I sit by myself and I close my eyes, listening to the birds as I breathe in a deep sigh. The birds they sing a song just for me, In a world so clam they sing a sweet melody. Seeing the trees of every shape and size, as they bask in the sun from the early morning rise. Golden is their bark so rough and strong, as their graceful branches are so lean and long. Woodpeckers are pecking for their morning meal, an inner peace God allowed me to feel. I gaze off into the distance and spot patches of green, a wonderous beauty of God's holy scene. Winds blow through the pines as their needles sway, as the whispers of nature seem to take me far away. New growth is popping out from under last falls fallen leaves, as the sun beams down energy to earth's plants it feeds. Slopping country side as far as the eye can see, as a red tail hawk flys so wild and free. Scouring down at the sight of a new fresh meal, as the stench of it's prey is enticed to appeal. God provides for his creatures big or small, he never fails to give or in need if we call.