As Blossoms Grow Poem by Jayne Louise Davies

When the snows of winter melt,
Beneath the warmth of sunshine felt.
I shall look for spring again,
Waiting for that moment when.
The first sweet flower shows its face,
For i know this is just a taste,
Of what's to come in future days,
My love for nature lights my way.
From crocus onto daffodils,
Never can i get my fill,
Of nature's pleasures soft and pure,
Each flower is my lifetime cure.
That special rose of sweet perfection.
Nature is my true connection.
That one and only place for me,
Amongst the butterflies and bees.
I wait for those new days to come,
They'll soon be here,
when summer sun,
Shall warm my brow with tender glow,
As i shall watch the blossoms grow.



Jayne Louise Davies