The Child and Springtime
By well-wisher
Wed, 24 Apr 2013
- 466 reads
Pretty springtime, will you stay forever?
Tell me your bright colours never fade.
Promise me your flowers shall not wither
nor trees grow bare beneath whose leaves I shade.
Little child, there is no need to worry.
Year after year, my colours shall return.
Be happy; take your time and do not hurry
and when I come no more then
Heaven, you shall learn.
- Log in to post comments