Spring Must Bes

There must be sunlight

in a land of Dreams

and when the shadows fall,

moonbeams.

There must be flowers

in a field of grain

and pathways always leading

home again.

There must be songbirds

singing in the breeze

and raindrops glistening on

the leaves.

 There must be fountains

tumbling into pools

and goldfish swirling in

happy schools— 

For somewhere

on a distant rugged hill,

the rainbow ends and finds

the Father’s will.

--CJW--