Spring is coming
The trees will bloom
And bear their coats of green.
Pink and white and violet
Will spread across the earth.
A new blanket
For this time of birth.
Life will spring forth
And cover the land.
And just to think it was created
By the Masters Hand.
Soon we'll hear the call
Of the blue bird
And the whip~poor~will
In full glory in their mating songs.
We'll look around
At it's great beauty and know
It was all created
By the Masters Hand.
Dreama Hildebrand
