Rejoice

If the first blade of pale green grass
Growing in the fields has power to move you…
If the sight of lazy summer clouds
In the blue skies above fills you with joy…

Rejoice.

If the honeysuckle perfume of
A summer’s evening breeze thrills you…
If the crimson and gold palette
Of autumn’s foliage serenade calms you…

Rejoice.

If crispy, crunchy sound of
The brittle remnants of fall’s cool stir you…
If the first frosty flake of
Winter’s long languorous embrace electrifies you…

Rejoice.

If the sound of children at play
On a frosty winter morn warms you…
If the fresh, renewing scent of
A springtime thunderstorm inspires you…

Rejoice.

If the simple things of nature have
A message that you understand —
A message you feel more than see —

Rejoice!

For your soul is alive.