Signs of Spring

By Jamie Harris Coleman

I hear the singing of the merry birds,
That’s a sign that spring is near;
Their songs are sweeter than any I’ve heard,
I’ll rejoice when spring is here.

I see the grass is creeping up,
That’s another sign of spring;
The leaflets of the violets and buttercups,
And lilies are here again.

I see the trees are budding fast,
They are anxious to show their beauty;
Ah! merry spring is here at last,
All nature is doing its duty.

I see the children so full of glee,
Welcome they are singing to spring;
The sound of their voices so merrily,
Summer is coming again.

I hear them playing in the streets at night,
Ah! winter you are surely gone;
You gave us scenes bedecked in white,
We’ll sing you a farewell song.

I hear them talk of Easter day,
That memorial day of Spring;
The Savior arose from the dead they say,
And liveth evermore again.

Bright jewels of earth shine on for Him,
And walk the narrow way;
Continue to be a righteous gem,
He’ll take you home some day.