Spring’s Answer

I heard God calling And I came, His Sun signalled me With its flame. His Wind called me With its song. His Birds said they had been waiting Over long. His little Brooks ran tumbling Down the hills, Luring me with laughter Of rocky rills. His Grasses, yellow-green, Standing in the sun, Held up their fingers For me to come. Heart of Oak and heart of Pine Beat a faint tattoo⁠— Flowing sap in bole and bud Climbing up anew. Till at last the summons Set my heart aflame⁠— I heard God calling, And I came!