Spring Has My Love

Seven long weeks of winter with her snow not refraining, But oh, approaching is a season who shall give my joy endless reining. And when the dark clouds shower, The fields shall sprout lavender flowers. Tis’ not I love Spring with favoritism. Oh no indeed my adoration toward all seasons is equal Alas, I cannot save myself from the sight of the leaves’ resurrection. And if ultimately I were to choose which of Earth’s seasons should not I lose, Then toward God, I would gaze my face and pray Him not to withhold Spring’s Grace.