Singing Springing Song

Spring is nature's song and dance of delight.

Springing, flinging, winging,

Dancing, singing

Swaying, straying, this-a-waying

Reaching, preaching, us beseeching

To be joining the celebrating, 

Demonstrating, all-the-waiting's past.

Moving, grooving,  greeting, fleeting;

Treating us to music sweetening,

Flaunting, flitting, like sunlit ribbons 

Fluttering, flittering,

Twisty-tying happiness

To my heart.

Crayon Colors

Circumstances and situations do color life, 

but you have been given the mind to choose

what the color shall be. 

John Homer Miller

Crayon Colors
By Elece Hollis

Were these colors in my crayon box

With woolly white of grazing flocks?

I remember periwinkle blue,

Olive green and slate grey too.

Sandy beach and sycamore bark

Cinnamon twist, twilight black, 

Bittersweet orange and yellow-green 

With timberwolf gray sandwiched in between.

Chestnut, raw sienna, Indian red

With sea-foam floating overhead;

Just a touch of atomic tangerine

Cornflower blue and asparagus green.

I loved my box of sixty-fours

And when I take a walk outdoors

I find the colors still in mind

Crayons trained my heart to find.

Spring Parade

He is the poet of the world, with tender patience leading it 

by vision of truth, beauty, and goodness.

Alfred North Whitehead

Come see what I found on the sunny chill day

Come see the flowers like flags!  Hooray! Hooray!

Red, purple, pink, yellow, white, wave and sway.

Spring is here and summer's on her way.

Come and see the tulips bloom today.

Somebody New

Every time I hear a newborn baby cry, or touch a leaf, 

or see the sky, then I know why—I believe

Aaron Neville

Somebody New

Somebody new today,

Somebody precious,

Somebody no one but God knows well;

Somebody special,

Somebody treasured,

Somebody loved more than words can tell.

To Be Six

Children in a family are like flowers in a bouquet...

Marcelene Cox

To be six is to be older than you ever thought you'd be,

Seems the world is now your oyster

Wonderful to see!

To be six is to see life as others only wish to see;

Seems you note each passing wonder

Beautiful and free!

To be six is to be happy trolling through sweet days

Seems that all the world holds splendor

In a million ways!

Run Run

Children are like clocks; they must be allowed to run.

James C. Dobson

Run, run, as fast as you can;

You can't catch me

I'm the fastest; I am!

Spring is the best time to race and play.

Hope this good weather is here to stay,

So we can run outside all day. 

Run, run, fun!

Making Music

There is no music in a rest, but there is

the making of music in it.

John Ruskin

The soil has slept and rested

While overhead God cleaned the sky

With snowflakes and raindrops

Children played indoors

Cold kept gardeners at bay

While the air froze out impurities

And worn grasses withered to

Make room for the new.

Winter was harsh and held no music

But during the rest 
Made some–Yes!

Look to the Light

The weaker we feel, the harder we lean on God,

And the harder we lean, the stronger we grow.

Joni Eareckson Tada  

When the air around still stirs a chill

When you're planted on a windy hill

When you're weak yet from the winter's cold

Be sure you turn your head and hold

Your face to the warming sun.

When things don't seem to go so right

With wind blown days and frost at night

When it's a struggle to see your way

And you can find no words to pray

Chin up and turn toward the Son.

Snowbells

It is not the ear that hears the sweetness 
of music, but the soul.
Jeremy Taylor

Snowbells, Snowbells,

Ringing 'cross a thousand hills,

Ringing out the brown and in the green.

Wave goodbye to winter's dreary scene.

Snowbells, what say you?

"Listen now; you know it's true

Winter's gone the birds are singing;

Everywhere you look—it's springing."

Snowbells, snowbells
Ringing, chiming, show-bells,
Blooming beside the pasture gate
Calling us now— let's celebrate!

Dandelion Wishes

There is ever a beyond of mystery; for the more

we know the more we wonder.

George Tyrrell

Fly away wishes 

Become bright white fluttery butterflies, 

Swings sweeping high into the sun-filled air, 

Become horses galloping

Across the pasture when I whistle;

Become barn swallows dipping and gliding

Like black satin ribbons in the wind,

Hawks with red tail feathers;

Become eagles soaring above the river,

Silver fish swimming upstream toward the rapids,
White clouds drifting overhead,

Dragonflies on lazy summer days,

Fly! Fly! Fly!

The Year's Morning

God works continually, a thousand joys he would, 

 Pour into you at once, if suffer it you could. 

Angelus Silesius

Stems with bright wings 

Like butterflies

Sway in the sunlight,

Dancers to the spring chorus

Of grass sprouting

Of birds nesting

Of earth

Shaking itself awake.

Daffodils

God's gifts put man's best dreams to shame.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Bright bouquet of sunshine

Gift from the soil

Gift of joy and celebration

Gift of spring

Sing, sing, sing

Sing spring!

Spring Babies

Every April God rewrites the book of Genesis

Austin O'Malley

Come with Me
By Elece

Put on your bare feet and come outside;

Come see the wonders that I have spied.

Come see the yellow flowers, purple ones too,

Come see grass green poking up through.

Come feel the warm wind blowing your hair

Come feel the sweet sun shining everywhere

Come see the leaves uncurling on the trees

Come hear the buzzing of the bumblebees.

Put on your bare feet and come outside
Come see the wonders that I have spied.