All Nature Tells Us
Nothing really ever dies
That is not born anew.
The miracles of nature
All tell us this is true.

The flowers sleeping peacefully
Beneath the winter's snow
Awaken from their icy grave
When spring winds start to blow.

And little brooks and singing streams,
Icebound beneath the snow,
Begin to babble merrily
Beneath the sun's warm glow.

And all around on every side
New life and joy appear
To tell us nothing ever dies
And we should have no fear.

For death is just a detour
Along life's wending way
That leads God's chosen children
To a bright and glorious day.


~ Helen Steiner Rice ~