Dreams of Spring

Dreams of spring The violent storm has passed The sun has risen Hopes have been resurrected Phototropic dreams have been awoken The skies are at peace now Their tears have dried up The clouds have lightened up Sorrows from the sky have ceased to flow Arids lands have been watered Plants have garnered strength to shoot Streams are no longer stagnant and silent Nature's bread has been battered Seeds of survival are germinating The mighty waters have fallen Oaks and shrubs have been swayed but remain standing The soil's soul has been quenched of thirst The wilderness is singing joyfully We too celebrate the rain, and treasure the sunrise; Then we go home and tilt the soil And let nature sing the praises.