Spring

The snow is gone and all is brown,
Song birds have come again.
New blades of grass are showing up,
To greet the first spring rain.

Tulips and Daffodils in bud,
With Crocus in full bloom.
To celebrate the son of God,
Who rose up from the tomb.

The newborn life upon the farm,
New buds upon the trees,
All speak to me of summer days,
With warm and gentle breeze.

When days are so much longer,
The sun is warmer too.
So anxiously I feel now,
Those things I plan to do.

The campgrounds and hiking trails,
Are calling out to me.
The rivers and the lakes as well,
From winter ice are free.

Now will I do the many things,
My heart so much desires,
Or will I only spend my time,
Just sitting round campfires?

I guess the time ahead will tell,
How well my days are spent.
Now if my work don't all get done,
I still will feel content.

For summer only lasts a while,
Then fades away too fast.
When winter snows will come again,
With cold and icy blast.