The Colour of Spring
Springtime comes on gossamer wings;
Its sun beams down on all God's things.
The fields and woods are first to preen;
Each blade and leaf gives off a sheen.
Tis an emerald dress they wear,
Simple beauty without man's flair.
I look around in spring and swear
God's favorite colour is green.
Copyright © Ashley Lowery | Year Posted 2006
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