Genesis
The ice relaxes on the side of the hill
as the music of water crescendos with joy;
the scent of the air
and upsurge of vitality
emerge when spring plays her yearly role
as leader of life reborn.
Snow departs the trees
and cascades slowly from rustling boughs;
a watery chortle from a lake nearby
tells the world of new life.
The acorns that God planted
created new homes
of sturdy oak for the
lesser creatures precious to Him;
He watered the oaks
within his greenhouse
to build protection
from heat and rain.
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