ARISE
As nature slowly awakens,
And slowly opens her eyes,
Another new dawn on spring,
And slowly brightening skies.
A spark of inspiration,
Another touch of sun,
Amongst a snowy blanket,
Another winters nearly done.
And at the coldest time of year,
The smallest beasts arrive,
And grow the smallest seedlings,
We pray they all survive.
Its here we plant our wishes,
And steadily watch them grow,
With good intentions throughout the year,
And a fruitful bright tomorrow.
Blue skies; green trees for cover,
Brown earth; she is your bed,
Bird chorus; your alarm clock,
Spring grass; to rest your head.
by Andrea Gibbons 2007
