Buds are in the making
spring is at its best
colors of rich beauty
green and all the rest
Forsythia clothed in yellow
red buds spray the trees
crape myrtles in their purple
are so beautiful to see
squirrels in the tree tops
leap from limb to limb
or peel a harden nut shell
their posture neat and trim
tiny baby cotton tails
squirm in fur lined grass
hiding from their enemy's
til youth days have passed
whippoorwills lift their voice
and sing to heaven high
all nature joins to worship
god up in the sky
bullfrogs croak the base
cardinals higher sing
mockeries join the chorus
to make all heaven ring
breezes blow so gently
trees clap their hands
all of gods creations
joins the happy band
as this magic season
bids goodbye to frost
it brings to life the dogwood
revealing there the cross
now it seems so fitting
with this sudden change
that on Easter morning
Christ shall rise again
this is the way of the christian
to sin no more we cling
now we serve the rising king
with nature let us sing