The sun peeks through the barren trees,
 

Lights up the dawn, and then it frees
 

The warbling trills of chickadees,
 

Nuthatches, robins and towhees,
 

All joined in harmony to sing,
 

The forest’s siren song of Spring.
 

I yearn to stroll when spring is nigh,
 

On twisting paths ‘neath dazzling sky,
 

As I have done in years gone by,
 

When legs were strong and body spry.
 

I’d bid farewell to old Jack Frost,
 

And welcome friends who’d long been lost.
 

I know exactly what I’d find,
 

Along those trails that curve and wind,
 

Renewal of the sweetest kind,
 

The woods reborn and redesigned;
 

Emerging color ev’rywhere,
 

A season born with stunning flair.
 

As if God in his wondrous way,
 

Has called an end to winter’s fray,
 

And said to Spring, “Let’s start this day,
 

With blissful tune and lush bouquet!”
 

And Spring replied in festive voice,
 

“All God’s creations now rejoice!”
 

Wildflowers don their church attire,
 

As birds chirp softly in the choir,
 

And warm breeze strums a winsome lyre
 

Upon tree limbs stretched in a spire,
 

Each draped in budding, misty green,
 

Against blue skies of satin sheen.
 

I’d walk along without a care,
 

No goal in mind, except to share,
 

The wonders of the forest fair,
 

With God, who’s ever-present there,
 

Reach out to hold His loving hand,
 

Give thanks to Him, my woes remand.
 

This year my mind will be the place,
 

For rambling hikes at steady pace,
 

I’ll view the season’s changing face,
 

While held secure in God’s embrace,
 

He’ll lift my spirits, cradle me,
 

And set my springtime mem’ries free.