Inspirational Poems

My heart was lifted up to see
the greening bud upon the tree.
From thoughts of gloom it set me free
to contemplate a symphony.


So long the chill had made me blue,
but when I saw the bud I knew
soon spring would rise in full review
to end cold winter's stark milieu.


The bud was just a tiny sprout
but multiplied with force and clout,
and soon it kicked old winter out
and reigned supreme without a doubt!