Our Gifted Spring

Beauty is nothing; nothing if not spring, flora shooting, oozing to cover bare earth that winter spent, stripped; now gives green. New life God has planted, planned with care and bathed the globe with rains, spare and clean. The air, great gasps of spring; the springing air, blossom of peach and pear, scents fresh and keen. Wonders of wonder all are flaxen fair. Praise gifts, which bring this juice, bring us this joy. Praise gifts of face found and fine wildflowers. Praise gifts, and praise our debt for springtime’s cloy- breadth of earth’s wild bounty, it is ours. Praise gifts of song, for songbirds on bright wing. Renewing life; Oh! Praise our gifted spring.