There was a southern gentle breeze
That softly whispered and flowed
Sifting the twigs and branches of leafless trees
In the forest and across the meadow.
Patches of wilted brown grass
Appeared here and there
As snow and ice, like broken glass,
Cracked, melted, and disappeared.
Singing birds tweeted and serenaded;
Their chirping tunes filling the tingly warm air.
While a shimmering sun displayed
More land; though still empty and bare.
Then did I not see a few blades of green?
Oh yes, I did! Thank you, Lord for the
Sweet appearance of Spring.