Spring

Oh yes, my friend I do believe its spring;
The finches build a nest in yonder spruce;
Why, just the other day, I heard a robin sing;
The geese in pairs are nibbling tender shoots.

The hills about are clothed in their spring green,
Flowers adding color to the lovely scene;
On moonlit nights, one hears the music of the bog:
The marsh resounds with many singing frogs.

The little doggies run across the sunny green,
And make their master think of what might be;
Here and there a tractor moves ‘cross a field,
As farmers plan and work for summer yields.

On sunny afternoons in mama’s beds,
The daffodils do nod their yellow heads;
Most bucks have shed away their last year’s racks;
Coyotes loose winter coats from off their backs.

And me it never ceases to amaze,
How God made life to ever more renew,
How He puts all mankind’s art to shame,
In just one sunny springtime afternoon.