Into the Wind

God's Creations

The first nuance of spring's dew kissed morn
Falls from the heavens through parted clouds
In a gentle mist that washes away the dirt
Of last autumn's colorful, stunning hurt

Gone are the days full of snow drifts high
Gone are the raindrops full of sharp ice
The silence of winter's long sleep
Replaced by the hum of a wing's beat

A rebirthing that washes away the old
And replaces it with something more bold
A robin's egg in a springtime's nest
The heartbeat born inside each chest

To chase way the tears and thorn's
And tear down the beast's black horns
The first laughter of a newborn sprite
God's creations marching with might.