(Photo by Lisa Allen-Kennard)
Whisper goes the wind on this sassy spring day,
all the bird and critters have come on out to play,
Fluffy are the clouds that dance in pale blue skies,
can't fully block the sun, though it's whiteness dutifully tries.
Lush now is the green of the grass and towering trees,
sun and rain and pure clean air and swarms of bumble bees,
Majestic are the mountains laying off on the horizon,
animals commune with nature to tell tall tales of where they've been.
Whisper goes the wind on this sassy spring day,
All God's creatures -big and small- want to laugh and play.
No comments:
Post a Comment