Poem: In spring the green leaves shoot

All forms of life must find rest, even our spirits.  Written by Dora Greenwell.



     In spring the green leaves shoot,
     In spring the blossoms fall,
     With summer falls the fruit,
     The leaves in autumn fall,
     Contented from the bough
     They drop, leaves, blossoms now,
And ripen'd fruit; the warm earth takes them all.

     Thus all things ask for rest,
     A home above, a home beneath the sod:
     The sun will seek the west,
     The bird will seek its nest,
     The heart another breast
Whereon to lean, the spirit seeks its God.