A Thought About Spring

Fresh breath on butterfly breezes bring a smile as she sneezes.
Dew drops lie on a faded lawn feeding roots of silver and gold.
Sunrise tops the peak of the mountain as they seek
The windswept breeze of springs moist air.
Chitter chatter chirps of hungry mouths in the nest
Atop the branches high in the tree where they rest.
As a mother swoops in with the catch, the chitter chatter calms
As yet another is fed by the hand of God, without man’s Psalms.
Man cannot continue to destroy the fresh breeze of spring.
Man will not ignore the complacent distress of natures ring.
A powerful force, so gentle yet strong brings new life to all
In the whisper of the breeze,sunrise brings springs call.