Spring will always conquer winter
Love-song from God to the earth
Trembling chords beneath the fallow
Rousing nature to new birth
Oh, let not your heart be troubled
From far corridors of hope
Throbs a glad symphonic anthem
Thrumming nature’s calliope
Poetry in wordless wonder
Paints its joy upon the air
Longing lifts its empty pockets
Filling them with nature’s prayer
Where the woods were cold and hollow
Something trembles on the limb
Prelude to orchestral grandeur
As we list to nature’s hymn
© Janet Martin
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