April Rains
When April Rains come pouring down,
And all the leaves are green,
I have to sing a song of joy,
For beauty I have seen.
I hear the songbirds of the morn,
Their lovely, lilting sound,
It makes me feel such gratitude
That all such things abound.
I think I might just go outside
And watch the flowers grow,
To sit and hear the earth rejoice,
And let my spirit flow.
For God, alone, created this,
As far as eyes can see,
Sometimes, almost, as if it is,
Created just for me.
Sharlett F. Hunt Sharlette863@aol.com