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Their
roots
snuggle
beneath
a
blanket
of snow,
waiting
for
God's
nourishment
to
flourish
and
grow.
His rays
and
showers
cause
the snow
to fade
away,
tiny
buds
creep up
through
the mud
and the
clay.
Their
small
heads
are bald
and
appear
dead,
God's
showers
wash
away the
winter's
dread.
His
nourishment
feeds
and
keeps
them
warm,
as
suddenly
as a new
blossom
forms
and is
born.
Some
blossoms
are
purple,
blue,
yellow,
and
green,
a
magnificent
sight
like
nothing
I've
ever
seen.
Their
foliage
grows
and
draws my
eyes to
them,
tinted
heads
bow as I
clasp
their
bloom
within.
The
glory of
Spring
bursts
throughout
the
days,
colors
galore
bring
about
fantastic
displays.
Everywhere
my eyes
feast
and
glance
to see,
blossoms
capture
the
heart
and soul
in me.
Spring
showers
bring
forth a
newness
to the
day,
where
souls
come
alive
with a
desire
to pray.
In every
direction
God's
beauty
is
present,
leaving
our
souls
full of
freshness
and
essence.
Spring
showers
open a
world of
happiness
to all,
cause
men,
women,
and
children
to stand
up tall.
Renewal
drenches
as they
see the
grandeur
abound,
God sent
new life
to
Mother
Earth
for
another
round.
by
Barbara
Kasey
Smith
http://www.authorsden.com/visit/viewPoetry.asp?id=223687
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