How Beautiful He doth adorn,
with Cherry Blossoms scenting dawn.
Hummingbirds to flit and fly
against the bluest crystal sky.
Daffodils, all shades of gold.
Hyacinth forever bold,
and every tree limb bursting new
to catch the silver morning dew.
How Glorious the Springtime air,
with softest breezes here and there.
Gentle warming of the Earth,
watching ,waiting for rebirth.
Confetti petals dancing down,
gently carpeting the ground.
Where Lily’s wait to take their place,
heralding such perfect Grace.