I am old, and yet I know
the ecstasies of Spring -
The joy of budding roses
and bluebirds on the wing.
My heart is almost glowing
to see the rivers run,
And there's comfort just in knowing
there will be morning sun.
The cold, white shawl of Winter
once more is packed away
As the creatures of the forest
come again to play.
Each garden is a showplace -
a masterwork of art.
For the ecstasies of Spring
have blossomed in my heart.
~ Clay Harrison
Great and wonderful are your
works, Lord God almighty...
Rev. 15:3