A Resurrection Song

There are flowers in the trees

And the branches hum with bees

Dancing gladly in the breeze

Among chirping chickadees

And the finch resting his wings

Returned to his diocese

To sing hymns and be at ease

Above the earth — fresh and green

Baptized new by rains of spring

Chipmunks gambol, squirrels tease

Bask in April’s soft sunbeams

Mother deer falls to her knees

Here to worship with the bees

By the gently flowing streams

Beneath this fragrant canopy

Of the soft and vibrant flowers in the trees

3/27/25