SPRING THE SPARKLING
Now there it has begun, with March
A soundless breeze it tunes to the
Melody of a fair weather feathered frtiend.
Looking skyward I utter you are
The answer to my every pain .
You call I come running.
The day is forming. when it
Shows it falls a vicarious rain.
The rain, is short, its time cut as
Fair weather lay beyond the
Exit door as long, the air remains
A simple spring with all its Buddings
And sparklings, I care not for my
Returning it is spring!
The ground will be Moist.
Still I will live beneath the trees
And sleep on my bed of the
Greenest grass nature has
Adorned with adored gardens
There I will drink the sweetest
Water poured from the Gods of
The highest plains I implore of
God remember my name.
I thirst for the best nectar issued.
Replenish my worth!
I have taken refuge under your
Heavens and on the stillness of
Your spinning earth, I wait with
Patients for your golden rain
Thinking golden rain will
Quench my mighty thirst
Make it rain, make it rain
A raindrop stings my forehead
The sky explodes with a sparkle
Of thunderous treasure for me and all
RAIN, RAIN ME A RIVER!
Copyright © VAL BROOKLYN Rogers BLK PANTHER | Year Posted 2017