The forest blooms with flowers gorgeous
Even in the middle of a dreary night
As light casts its rays across a pond
Reflexing joy in every way.
Suddenly I see a bee buzzing
On a flower right there, in front of me
Deer drink their fill and squirrels
Rack up miles running up and down
A tree’s woody trails.
All is well
Spring has come to this land
The forest blooms
While we prepare to be in the midst of this
That is so good, so grand.
© Patric Clarkson – 2016