THESE TINY BUDS burst forth, then, bloom,
With freedom from their ice-locked room.
Awake, at last, from winter's sleep,
Bathed in sunlight, warm and deep.

THESE TINY BUDS begin to grow,
As leaves on trees, all in a row,
Or, flowers, bright, in every hue,
With petals ope' to catch the dew.

Flowers lend beauty leaves give shade.
All of Nature wonderfully made!
With one move of GOD'S mighty hand,
Brings LIFE to a once-barren land!

THESE TINY BUDS bloom to remind,
Man to seek, that he may find,
JOY and BEAUTY, PEACE and LOVE,
All GIFTS to us from GOD, above!