The river-water dances in the morning sun
on a beautiful April day;
Birds are already feeding their young -
spring is having its way.

Buds are showing on shrubs and trees;
plants coming up lush and green.
Crocus' bloom in regal dress -
a welcome sight to be seen.

God gives us seasons for His good reasons
and all are quite unique;
Each tells a story of wondrous glory
and gives us answers we seek.

Spring is rebirth everywhere;
spiritually - time to learn.
We see the wonders He performs
and to understand, we yearn.

Watching Nature is watching God
and knowing that life carries on;
From winter's death to spring's rebirth -
nothing is ever gone.

Spring - my favorite time of year -
God's gift of hope and light.
Gentle whispers awaken my soul
and everything feels right.

© 2004 Joan Adams Burchell
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