The Coming of Spring
Rain drops large and heavy fall in the Spring
So fat are they that I can see every one
Drops plummeting to the ground with a ping
Dissolving as into the earth they run
The sky with ominous black clouds is thick
Promising that life giving rains will come
Performing the old “green the Earth quick” trick
And to the rhythmic drumming, I succumb
The rhythm of this opus is quite old
It comes each Spring renewing life again
This miracle once more we can behold
As yellow and pink grow where browns had been
Though Spring holds more of these dark, grey cloud days
On the beauty of new life I’ll soon gaze
Tina Busch-Nema
April 1, 2008
So fat are they that I can see every one
Drops plummeting to the ground with a ping
Dissolving as into the earth they run
The sky with ominous black clouds is thick
Promising that life giving rains will come
Performing the old “green the Earth quick” trick
And to the rhythmic drumming, I succumb
The rhythm of this opus is quite old
It comes each Spring renewing life again
This miracle once more we can behold
As yellow and pink grow where browns had been
Though Spring holds more of these dark, grey cloud days
On the beauty of new life I’ll soon gaze
Tina Busch-Nema
April 1, 2008
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