'New Life' Poem by Linda Winchell

Fields of yellow, filled with their dusty tongues of orange.
While stolling in green fields on a Spring day.

Collecting their life's force on my legs and arms.
Butterflies and bumblebees
scurrying around to collect Springs bounty.

Landing softly upon my head and arms.
Taking time to rest before they once again
go about doing their jobs.

I stand in awe of God's promise of a new day.
Feeling so small in just a small piece of the vastness
of the world.
On a Spring day.