Poems ✍️

In the month of April, true spring is not far away.
The days grow longer, the robins sing and play,
why beauty shines through with each coming day.

Trees stand naked, undressed by fallen leaves,
yet beauty remains, soon nature’s reprieve.
Branches dance and snap with the kiss of the wind.
New growth, oh yes new growth will begin.

The sun lies hidden behind God’s great clouds,
while rain showers boldly sing out loud.
A symphony of birds-song….. sweet voice
a concerto composed by natures choice.

A miracle, a miracle seen each year
We touch, see and feel, yes this miracle
is oh so very real

Wriitten: April 26/2008