A New Field of Green

A new field of green.
Casts upon my eyes...
Signs of spring appear as branches reach for the sun bearing new birth.
Sounds of life softly wake from the forest.
A season of new, a rebirth of old.
Such is the soul of nature...
Such is the soul of man.
A continuous soul, of new, of old, of death, of birth.
Begin anew just as winter to spring.
Glory has cast upon my eyes,
The windows to my soul...
A new field of green, rejoice, rejoice!