Thick gray clouds fill the morning sky,
Raindrops pelt the earth, nature’s lullaby.
Colors of springtime, wildflowers in bloom,
Giant cottonwoods reach into the misty gloom.
Down a forgotten trail, through the lonely woods,
Along a swollen creek the garden stood
Atop a pine, two playful squirrels toil,
On the forest floor I loose the rich black soil.
Tiny seeds are sown with loving care,
with hopes and dreams, a wish and a prayer.
~John Hannan MSP 2009
