Ah, Spring

Wildflowers in bloom,
Birds starting to sing,
It looks to be
An early Spring.


Think not of Summer
And torturous heat.
Enjoy this season
Of Renewal sweet.


Lie on the grass,
Listen to the trees...
Soon this will drift off,
On the cooling breeze.


God’s in His heaven;
He’s sending us flowers.
Paradise on Earth
For a short time is ours.