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SAP IS RISING IN THE TREES

 
    A flash of gold in the willow grove,
A hint of spring is in the breeze,
The sun looks down and broadly smiles,
For sap is rising in the trees.

Birds will return in colors gay
With happy songs that's sure to please,
And ice will run in rivulets
For sap is rising in the trees.

Jonquils will soon be on parade
In beds where now is winter's freeze,
But winter's might is soon to fail
For sap is rising in the trees.

The grass will grow in tender greens
And spread itself far O'er the leas
Where timid rabbits will come forth
For sap is rising in the trees.

Hope becomes strong when the spring
Softens the earth's long, bitter freeze.
Now hope is sweet and evident
For sap is rising in the trees.
   
 

GRATITUDE FOR THE SEASONS

 
    We're grateful, God, for winter days,
With brooks and friends by firesides blaze.

We're grateful for the bursting spring,
When jonquils bloom, and night birds sing.

We're grateful for the summers long,
And harvesters with happy song.

We're grateful for autumns colors bright,
Deep peace and calmness of night.

For all the seasons of the year
Humbly we thank Thee, God so dear.