Poetry

New green leaves are all over the willow tree
and wherever I look
some pretty wild flowers I do see,
and arum-lilies are blooming in the brook
 
on this, the very first day of spring,
and it’s if all of nature is welcoming me,
as if the birds do sing
and rejoice quite happily
 
as if to this great new world I do belong
as if everything around me is covered in beauty,
in a kind of innocence far from the trampling throng
and the feeling of the presence of God becomes strong
 
as the river forever rushes on merrily,
as if this place in nature is where I am meant to be.