As soon as the sun shines warm once more
I put on my boots and run out the door!
Dad yells “Hold on!” I stop and wait.
Old Shep barks. Dad opens the gate.
The earth is refreshed and springing ahead.
God’s waking up everything, out of its bed.
After the rain on a path through the forest,
Hear the birds singing! A springtime chorus!
The geese are returning, soaring high.
I hear lambs, in their pen nearby.
Spider web’s lace is holding rain drops
That sparkle and glisten through the tree tops.
Shimmering green, new leaves on the trees.
Dropping warm rain, as they fall with the breeze.
Balancing st...
