Morning Of Spring Poem by Donald R Wolff JR

Don't bruise the flowers that smell very sweet
Handle them gently while touching, their leaves
Enjoy all their beauty your eyes can behold
For' tomorrow, the flowers will start to grow old

Don't be saddened as they bow to the ground
Most everything living must lay its head down
Newborn to Summer, in time, fade away
Death of the flowers for life, they must pay

Now in a bed
The seeds there must rest
Awaiting the warmth
For the good Lord to bless

Returning each season
With the sunshine, will bring
When the flowers awake;
In the morning of spring

(01/07/2014) Revised (02/10/2023)