It Matters Not.......

early morning mist rises from the forest
at first, one might believe you
were alone in the ancient trees

waiting under crocus, daffodil's and tulips
hiding beneath are the little ones
they hide in the thick mists
waiting to sing and dance in His garden

lovely to behold with transparent sparkling wings
that still seem pale in the shadow of the moon-sun
children of the forest, heir to every new season
spring is but the beginning, for they have been given much