A beautiful poem my late grandmother wrote... Maybe this will encourage Spring to come on as obviously the groundhog did not!
Springtime
Spring is a beautiful room,
A ceiling of blue and floor of green,
A carpet of flowers in Bloom,
Every color you’ve ever seen.
Up in the trees are some nests,
With tiny blue eggs inside,
Why are they there – you can guess,
So wee baby birds can hide.
Until they come out to greet,
The rest of the newborn earth,
Singing a song so sweet,
Of the beauty of spring and it’s worth.
We love the warmth of summer,
And the many colors of fall,
But after the bleak of winter,
Spring’s the most welcome of all!
Anita V. Brown
I wonder what Spring is like in Heaven... I imagine as beautiful as it is here on earth, it's a bazillion times more so vibrant in colors in Heaven. I know grandma is enjoying it, minus the allergies!
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