EARTH AFTER BIRTH
Spring's a wondrous thing; It starts with a whisper And goes on to sing. It's cold as death And lying there With snow and dry grass In its hair.
And then it weeps With flowing tears And crying wind and thunder nears. This is the birth of all of life For spring itself Is earth's midwife.
And then from earth A child is born -- Each tree and flower Greets the dawn, And new life cries In its new way And turns into a summer day.
--=*=-- Copyright 1994 Milo McCormack
