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.