The Seasons

The cold weather is breaking its grip on the land, Tiny bulbs are shooting up and showing their color in the sand. They look for the heat from the sun to open their leaves, Just like we do when we roll up our sleeves. Snow still lingers here and there, Frost wont give up until the land is bare. Once spring sets in and the sun gets warm, You will see young bees gather in their usual swarm. New buds will appear on the branches of trees, Soon they will open and show their leaves. A very bright color ,when the leaves finally open , To make the trees look alive as all are hopping. Light winds are blowing,to help them spread, As the last dead leave blows off and rest on your head. Now is the time to pick up broken branches, That had fallen in winter,and now lost their chances. Summer is not that far away, A lot of people wish it could stay. But its the changing seasons that make this world great, They even help to put food on our plates. A long walk in the forest in early spring, Shows us just what each season brings. The Lord and his goodness watches over our land, He shows you His love , when He opens His hands.