Spring leaps in
And pirouettes with joy -
The buds poke out
Into the new-found warmth.
Old Winter's left behind
And soon forgotton
If the weather holds.
But sometimes,
The season drowns
The new life found,
and only mud remains.
Thus God's humor
Does astound us.
And we ask, 'WHY? ',
But I don't think God pays attention.
Just a joy to read, uplifting.
I like this one. Reminds me a little of the Taoist version of a totally impartial heaven. Only sometimes, when someone's on the fence, the urge to push them off is overwhelming ;) Hugs Anna xxx
I like this one Fred... The good old wheel keeps turning matey! Roger.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great take on the inevitability of nature...Jeff.