The World is Alive Again

 I saw the birds collecting straw;

Once again the sun shines bright.

It seems that spring would never come,

It has! It has! To my delight.

The field’s alive with tiny things;

I heard a robin-red-breast sing.

Everything is like myself,

We’re all so very glad it’s spring.

The cold north wind has ceased to blow;

I knew for sure it would,

For Yah controls the universe!

And he is always wise and good.

Mildred Eslick Garner