Rapture Of Spring Poem by Norma Jean Walli

So many times have the woodland glen.
With a renaissance of the places I've already been,
To come once again upon familiar things,
In retrospect, then suddenly my heart sings,
Oh, the sweet melodious sound of a bird,
High up on a tree top, gently stirred,
By air and wind, it repeats it lovely song.
Along the pathway can be seen a babbling brook.
Even stepping stones, leading into a shady nook.
It is a gentle springtime day,
One to reflect upon, in the merry month of May.

Little a pastel violets as small bouquets.
Are delightful to arrange in numerous ways.
Fleur-de-lis, iris in their splendored hues,
Stand proudly, to display varicolored shades of blues.
Jonquils are a dazzling array of sunshine
Greeting the day with warmth, looking so fine.
Dear Lord, please help us keep an endearing trust,
Having our eyes upon Thee, as we must.