Sing for spring Dance for joyGod has blessed againFed our hungry soulsWith pristine beautyIf flowers dance And birds singShouldn't I praise too?

Her name was Iris,Not Daisy,Not Violet,Not Jasmine, Not Rose,Nor ZinniaShe sprang suddenly in the springAt the first warmth and rainShe came a surprise, a fragile delightSo we named her Iris.

Oak tree, stay with usAnother year. Give us another Summer of sweet shade.June when day lilies bloom orangeAround your trunk,July when bees make sticky honeyIn your hollow,August when a red-tailed hawk roostsIn your upper branches,September when wind makes musicWith your drying leaves,You will be glad with us,Old oak, for having given anotherYear. You'll be glad you... Continue Reading →