Spring is coming

Reading Lesson by Elizabeth B. Rooney

What shall I write, my Lord?
Write about me.
What shall I tell them, Lord?
Tell them how beautiful I am.

But that's been written already, Lord.
In the sky.
In the pine needles under my feet,
In granite and sand,
In all of the sparkle and shine
Of your world.

I know, Child,
I wrote the book.
Tell them to look.