Hand Behind Spring

Spring appears on slopes and catkins are in full bloom The spring is born from depths of winter like child from a womb Like soul lifting the essence from winter’s icy tomb Like wind whispering the meaning of life like fire that prairie will consume Hen harrier above the fields of grain flies covering the sun As he looks for pray among plains of cotton His eyes scope the horizon The clouds hovering lazy the visage of endless expanse of blue have soften The spring is brought by invisible hand of unknown friend We know it is done by position of the sun and biology blend But who positioned the sun and biology send That human mind has difficulty to comprehend Meaning of life is whispered somewhere in the spring bloom With the wind spreading seeds against rainy gloom Mining of life is human idea so what dream would God’s thoughts consume Maybe the expanse being the base end of this procession of thought is spawned in spring’s womb With first and last thought having collided Like the soul of souls the spring fragrance is casted With the primrose by that spirit blessed Bringing smile to us as we admire what spring has painted