Rose pink hued clouds and skies of baby blue,

Sun-kissed horizon blessing distant trees;

Feathered warblers croon sweet loves to woo

While cherub buds sway softly in the breeze.

The last of winter’s blight melts down in tears

To form bright silver runnels trickling down;

While denizens delight in raucous cheers

As bashful floras don their fresh new gowns.

So is it now as it has ever been—

That never-ending constancy of change

For when it seems that all is lost within—

There blooms a hope no sorrow can estrange;

I fare in faith, whatever life may bring,

That you, my flower, stay redolent of spring.