I watch the wind come out to play
It happens each and every day
I hear the rain come pelting down
The rooftops echo with the sound.
I see the gulls fly overhead
While other birds had all but fled
Their wasted nests hid in the trees
The remnants of last winter’s freeze.
Oh spring you are not far behind
I simply cannot wait to find
Rebirth in every sort of way
As nature does her role replay.
What precious joy each day doth bring
Our God has thought of everything !
Claire V. Bogdanos 