A
bird sat on my window sill
To
greet me just this morning.
A
sound of spring, so bright and clear
Without
a hint of warning
That
maybe snow might come again
That
winter was not over.
Its
song suggested change was near,
That
fields might turn to clover.
And
near the fence some croci tips
Were
poking from the ground
Adding
to the joyous trill
That
filled my ears with sound.
Amazing
how the world just knows
That
time for change is here,
That
snow will cease and sun will shine,
We
need not fret nor fear.
And
high above a flock of geese
Were
heading to the north,
They
too knew the change at hand
Would
let them sally forth
To
build their nests and lay their eggs
As
goslings will appear,
Beginning
once again the flow
Of
life that marks each year.
For somehow in God’s well-planned world
The
creatures sense the flow
Of
how the seasons come and change,
How
spring will melt the snow.
How
fields will turn to summer green
And
trees in verdant dress
Will
slowly change to colored garb
As
autumn starts to press.
And
once again as harvest ends,
And
weather starts to cool,
How
dare they say there is no God,
How
easy those to fool.
But
now the spring is close at hand
And
winter will release,
It’s
time to hear all nature sing
The
words of joy and …
Peace,
Alex
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