The rain is falling to the ground
It’s drip, drip, dripping all around
I watch the branches of the trees
Blowing gently with each new breeze
There is a sweet smell in the air
Flowering cherry, oh so fair.
The outer limbs sway fore and aft
Crowding blossoms upon each shaft
Millions of petals, what a sight
Precious flowers in pink or white !
A simple thought occured to me
Our lives are pools of blasphemy
Despite our faith, tis truth we’ll find
That liberty’s on fast rewind
But who is there to make the case
And help us all regain God’s grace ?
The taste of joy is oh so sweet
So like our lives it’s ever fleet
It scampers by and will not last
And if we blink its time flies past.
There is no way we can explain
It comes and goes like summer rain
Now we must wait until that day
When joy and sun come out to stay !
Claire V. Bogdanos 