The Spring Has Sprung

The Spring has lustfully sprung As the clouds move ever above. The birds all fly at a whim And the air is still at their tweeting. The gray clouds move unhindered By the will of the creatures below, For the One who moves them knows The nature and purpose of all that grows. The birds chirp on the wires, A provision for man by man, And now comes the rain to drive The penman back to his lodge To watch as if falls on the world below Even for those not in the know. Ah, I have my refuge in a chair Where I look out the window and stare At the birds, the rain, and the squirrels As another of His days unfurls 0716 on 28 May, 2021