THE BREEZE

The naked earth is warm with Spring,

And with green grass and bursting trees

Leans to the sun's kiss glorying,

And quivers in the sunny breeze.

~Julian Grenfell

Morning Spring Breeze, adapted from original poem by R.L. Stevenson

Up with the sun, the breeze arose,

Across the lake from my repose,

Gentle she rustles far and wide

To stir my dearest at my side.

Throughout the morning tale she tells;

Both gull and geese her strength repels

But then within each rhythmic swell

They turn again and forward sail.

God calls us, and the day prepares

With these sublime and gracious airs:

I take my refuge in their flights

These are the Spring's most holy rites.

I bask inside this womb of earth.
Where with the morning came rebirth
God calls me from inglorious ease,

Forth to travel with the breeze