Poetry

When the spring rain pours down
it seems as if the road does exude
a glorious cloud
 
with the fragrance of the rain being everywhere
and the fragrance of new life
that comes from the ground
when new sprouts do appear
and everything about me is green.
 
At this time birds rejoice
while they catch insects twittering
when a rainbow hangs colourful against the heaven
 
and God stretches out His great mercy over His earth,
does cover the veldt with green grass and flowers
and also with His love.