THE PROMISE OF SPRING
A splash of red against the gray,
as little birds come out to play.
A spot of blue behind the clouds,
has me singing right out loud.
A tiny little speck of green
upon a branch can now be seen;
could it be that spring is near,
my very favorite time of year.
I greet each morn with hopeful face
that I will find a brighter place;
a painted canvas of delight
and sunlight shining oh so bright.
Yet I know without winter chill,
I’d take for granted springtime’s thrill;
so Lord I will await the time
when spring and summer will be mine.
A splash of red against the gray
as little birds come out to play.
A spot of blue behind the clouds
has me singing right out loud.
© Forrest Phelps-Cook
Written for Sharon Peeple's
'Songs of Nature' Challenge
By forrestc
© 2008 forrestc
(All rights reserved)
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