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Spring
By: Sam Cronk
Early in the spring,
Not a leaf has struck the ground.
The birds have yet to sing,
And the plowmen can’t be found.
Early in the spring,
The woods are calm and still.
And no creatures dare come out,
Before the sun climbs o’er that hill.
Early in the spring,
The valley holds the morning dew.
And its stillness may be captured
Only by a certain few.
Early in the spring,
The trees are not yet green.
Many changes happen,
But few are ever seen.
Early in the spring,
With each bird and every tree,
Remember, God created everything;
Each wonder that you see.
By: Sam Cronk
Early in the spring,
Not a leaf has struck the ground.
The birds have yet to sing,
And the plowmen can’t be found.
Early in the spring,
The woods are calm and still.
And no creatures dare come out,
Before the sun climbs o’er that hill.
Early in the spring,
The valley holds the morning dew.
And its stillness may be captured
Only by a certain few.
Early in the spring,
The trees are not yet green.
Many changes happen,
But few are ever seen.
Early in the spring,
With each bird and every tree,
Remember, God created everything;
Each wonder that you see.