A Walk in Springtime


Come walk with me in the springtime,
Past the apple blossoms fair.
Their fragrance was made in Heaven
And drifts slowly through the air.

Trees are starting to bud again
And daffodils are breaking sod.
Songbirds grace us with melodies,
Singing their praises to God.

Rivers are singing sweet songs again,
Spring air is fresh and clean.
Brilliant colors are exploding everywhere
And the grass is turning green.

I'm overwhelmed at Spring's beauty
And shall savor it in my heart.
I thank my God in Heaven
Who is the Master of all art.



written by
Shirley Hile Powell

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