Morning Song - Lancaster Pollard

 The grass is taller, greener, and the birds more loud; The flowers open freshly to a sky of cloud.

 And man awakens gladly In a world that's good, And thrills to some new beauty Not quite understood.

 Though all the world is clouded It's a gray delight-For spring is swelling, swelling,

And it rained last night.

This Long Winter

Here in this ancient garden

When wintry days had flown

I came, with Comrade Sorrow

To dwell with her alone. 

- May Riley Smith

After the Storm

 To explore this amazing planet, rich in color and mystery is a privileged we should never take for granted

 To notice the little things that make it all a mystery; the silken web, the intricate weaving of vegetation

  The coolness of freshly fallen rain water squishing between our toes

 The magic of mushrooms that seem to appear before our eyes, with color palettes chosen by the author of the the universe

 waterfalls that strum the very depths of our souls with songs of cleansing gratitude

and the fragrance of the forest, after the storm.