Spring to You. Spring to Me.

Come, spring weather!
Fill us with fresh air.
Fill our homes with flowers
And our souls with sunshine.

And in return, we'll give you
Memories to carry on your winds.
Memories of picnics and gardening,
April showers, short sleeves, and piano tunes.

The flowers will bloom.
The feathers will fall.
The puddles will slush.
The bunnies will hop.

Nothing we do will stop spring.
Jesus brings it so faithfully.
Adventures will come.
Then spring will go.

It will take the memories we give it.
It will blow away the cool spring air.
It will go tickle our fantasies.
Then it will be gone until next year.


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