In Spring  new life springs out from ancient wood

In Spring  new life springs out from ancient wood
Yet at the end of winter we despair
Forsythia yellow is the first in bud

Despair  afflicts  us as we sink in mud
We can’t imagine earth shall be more fair
In Spring  new life springs out from ancient wood

Sap is  rising  silently like blood
Yet we doubt like Thomas with blind stare
Forsythia yellow is the first in bud

A miracle of nature and its good
Men propose and even women  dare
In Spring  new life springs out from ancient wood

Most of life we take on trust and should
For doubt and angst are morbid forms of care
Forsythia yellow ,oh to see it bud!

And  for the Cross, wild Jesus was its flower
For humble virtue  has no earthly power
In Spring  new life springs out from ancient wood
Ancients worshipped, Nature was their  god