Spring

As springtime returns
Her gentle, warm breeze
Blows through the treetops
Of bright, new green leaves

Spring’s gentle showers
Pour down on the field
Soon every dry grass blade
And bare tree will yield

To spring’s gentle prompting
As she comes to take
Every last vestige
Of cold in her wake

The dry leaves succumb
To new leaves of green
With so many fresh leaves
The dry ones aren’t seen

Spring coats the valley
In glorious array
With flowers unnumbered
That grow every day

Spring’s gentle rain
Fills rivers with joy
The brook she sends rushing
O’er boulder and ploy

Spring fills with gladness
Both hilltop and dale
And high overhead
The chirping birds sail

Springtime brings hope
Of things yet to come
Springtime brings memories
Of laughter and fun

Springtime wakes up
A slumbering world
There’s no one alive
Who hasn’t yet heard

That winter is gone
Spring’s here now–hurray!
Everyone loves
The sunny spring days

Spring is a gift
From Yah up above
Who lights up our lives
And shows us His love

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