The birds have gone southward,
Once more to settle in.
The trees have shed their leaves,
And gone to sleep 'til winter's end,
And Mister Bear is hibernating,
In his homemade den.
Now, we must wait a little while,
For spring to roll around,
When everything springs back to life,
And busyness abounds.
How like the Crucifixion and the Resurrection,
When Jesus died and rose again,
For love and for protection.
Now seasons come and seasons go,
As it is meant to be,
So when our season comes around,
To Heaven we will flee.
Jeannette E. Smith
May 18, 2002
