Spring Time Rain
As the spring time rain beats down, hard upon the soil
New seedlings soak and start to move, starting their springtime toil
Soaking in and softening soil, preparing for the bud,
to raise its head up high, to feel the noontime sun.
Ever stretching, so tall and green, shooting up and wide
If you look real close, you’d swear they could touch the sky
Very soon the bud is gone, a flower in its place,
Saying to all who see it there, we make this a better place.
So leave it there to grow and shine
Or cut and grace your space
But always remember the great spring song,
flowers within their place.
September 23, 2007
This is a poem I wrote as the flower in the print inspired me. I hope someone likes it.