Spring
As springtime returns
Her gentle, warm breeze
Blows through the treetops
Of bright, new green leaves
Spring’s gentle showers
Pour down on the field
Soon every dry grass blade
And bare tree will yield
To spring’s gentle prompting
As she comes to take
Every last vestige
Of cold in her wake
The dry leaves succumb
To new leaves of green
With so many fresh leaves
The dry ones aren’t seen
Spring coats the valley
In glorious array
With flowers unnumbered
That grow every day
Spring’s gentle rain
Fills rivers with joy
The brook she sends rushing
O’er boulder and ploy
Spring fills with gladness
Both hilltop and dale
And high overhead
The chirping birds sail
Springtime brings hope
Of things yet to come
Springtime brings memories
Of laughter and fun
Springtime wakes up
A slumbering world
There’s no one alive
Who hasn’t yet heard
That winter is gone
Spring’s here now–hurray!
Everyone loves
The sunny spring days
Spring is a gift
From Yah up above
Who lights up our lives
And shows us His love
Copyright © Faith Alexis | Year Posted 2022
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