The earth is dotted with a roving green,
That tints the landscape with a new array.
Sleeping flowers heed God's gentle call.
That resurrect the garden from the dead.
Phantom ghost aghast, all in a daze,
Disappear to some unknown destiny,
While robins leap, flutter and give praise,
In union with all life from burrow and lee.
The marsh land's pungent odor fills the air,
While thunderheads deepen against the blue,
And a distance rumbling is heard over there,
Reminding us Nature's cycle is starting anew.