Changing Seasons
The warmth has returned,
In the latter days of spring;
As birds act unconcerned,
While hearing them sing.
All the blooms are gone,
From way up in the trees;
Replaced on branches upon,
Full with its green leaves.
The eggs must have hatched,
As to hear the babies cry;
Mother has been dispatched,
Looking for the food nearby.
Time seems to move so fast,
As it seems like just yesterday;
When the storm clouds cast,
All the snow along its way.
Seasons change to be a sign,
From God for us to renew;
As a fruitful part of the vine,
Abundant harvest in our virtue.
Richard Newton Sherrer
Copyright ©2006 Richard Newton Sherrer
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