I feel it in the breeze blowing thru my hair
I see it in sky and the trees
In the birds and the bees
My heart is singing, overflowing
With a sense of happiness and knowing,
That the things that once were cold and frozen
Will grow into what's been chosen
Last summer, a flower, then fading
Is now a seed in the cold earth.
Watching and still waiting
For a glorious new birth.
I will not think of darkness
I will not think of death
I will only think of the likeness
When Life blows the warmth of breath
A tiny sprout will grow up from the ground
The seed I thought was dead is found
much more glorious then the other
A life to share with one another.
Last summer's love is but a memory
Today is where I stand
And no matter what I see
Tomorrow is unfolded by the Master Gardener's hand.
