Come buds break forth and greet the spring,
And dress the world in garments new,
Such subtle shades you'll gently bring,
When winter bids us all adieu.
Each branch will sparkle with new growth,
And birds will chatter amongst the leaves,
And many a couple will pledge their troth,
Beneath a tree, with a love that cleaves.
Oh, such abundance here is viewed,
When all has reached maturity,
A rich and spendid sight accrued
By nature, here in its purity.
© Ernestine Northover
Ernestine Northover
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nature-s-purity/
