Thursday, March 19, 2009

Spring~

"The winter is past, the rain is over and gone; the 
flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing birds is come."

I love to count my time from Spring to Spring,
And reckon years by blossoms, not by blight;
When I was saved the birds began to sing,
And flowers bloomed in radiant beauty bright;
My Springs survive the Autumn's chilling blast,
E'en Winter cannot take my songs away,
And when another Spring comes round at last
My birds and blossoms riot in display.