Sweet Arpeggios Poem by Angie M..

Fill the forest
Stretch like the coming turtle dove
That glides above the crocus in blossom
And breathes the cherry trees in bloom
Opens his mouth in pools of land as singing comes
And as He does with the showers
All in living waters
where light ruptures forth

There shall be days

With the Lord who sends
Those thunderstorms
Splash streams in flow with poplar trees
And cheerful lilacs, explode in purple

New growth seen from near and far

scorched land shall drip and be glad
Where praise's sprout is pure and
When a king's face does brighten.