The tree frog symphony
welcomed the starry night,
their music a bit haunting
and still a spring delight.
The world in a bit of turmoil
and still the seasons turn
springing hope and faith
as winter now adjourns.
The sun begins to rise
as the stars fade away,
a celebration of life as
we are here for another
day.
The hills go about dressing
in colors of green and gold
as little buttercups are blooming
like a carpet over the field.
The weather fickle
sometimes warm, sometimes cold,
as it struggles to canvas
with sunrays of gold .
The silence is broken
by the bluebirds morning song,
like a pinch to my soul
that I am always in your arms.
