To God Say Hi

To God Sat Hi Not really trying to make poem my way But for me more meaning to display As all of my spirits start to climb, Making things more nice and sublime. Isn't this way things are supposed to be? And not end up being a total catastrophe Now weather outside is so nice again I would rather be there instead of in. Wind through tall pine will blow and blow And flowers are blooming wherever I go Like bright yellow lily with bottom green; Which is prettiest sight I have ever seen. Earth from sun is having a warm shock Soon will see roses mixed with my hollyhock Spring with spring charm shall return Out front will find a few hanging fern. Something is always so sweet about spring People seeking peace while church bells ring And on Sunday when churches I pass by While you are at it for me to God say hi. James Thomas Horn, Retired Soldier