Where everything is Spring
And leaves are turning green
Secret gardens begin to bloom
Their scent mingling with that of distant rain
Where everything is pure sunshine
And their rays slant through the forest trees
And pour across my woodland path
I walk hand and hand with those rays
As they shine full fledge into my face
My forest path begins to end
And there is an opening in the forest
Leading me to a quiet, peaceful meadow
Where the flowers forever grow
They never wither, but take their growth
From the mighty hand of God
In the wind and rain
Sweet bluebirds and cardinals
Sing upon the boughs of the pine trees
Swaying in the wind
Morning glories bloom
And honeysuckles climb
And spiral and wrap their vines
Around the majestic trunks of the white oak
A little pond cascades and flows
Blue-greenish water gurgles and bubbles
Singing some sweet song
An anthem of glory
Where everything is Spring
Lemonade in hand
I half sit, half lay
On the grassy bank
Beside the garden pond
And read my book
A pitcher of mint or lemon iced-tea
Paints my harmony
Of life in bloom
Where everything is Spring

*~Marian~