When you see the first spring flower after winter’s snow and ice,
When you see a shining rainbow after a long thunder storm,
When you see the first bright star shine on a cloudy night
It makes you appreciate things and you know the world’s alright.
When you are feeling better after a long illness full of hurt and pain,
When you have seen a loved one suffer then see him smile again,
When the trials of life have got you down then things begin to change
It makes you feel so good inside and makes our lives all worthwhile.
When I think of some other folk’s lives with their lack of love and caring,
When I see a bullied or neglected child, with pleading eyes begging,
When I see the folly of wasted time with hate and lack of understanding
It makes me pray and thank my God for our special love that is everlasting.
I will try and live my life to show the gratitude that dwells within my heart,
I will try not to moan when things go wrong. For then good is better in part,
I will try to see the first flower in spring and to look for the rainbow bright,
I will try to see the first star that is shining even on the most cloudy night,
For as I see all the good things that are sent from our God in heaven above,
I hope that I may realize that through our lives we need, some clouds,
Some storms and winter’s cruel grasp to help us see more clearly the crowds
Of summer flowers in the woods or meadow green, or a small star so bright.
But this I know, because of you I see the rainbow after a terrible storm
Because of you I see the bright stars shine even when thick clouds form,
It’s Because of you I see the first spring flower that grows hidden by a stone
For without you my darling this path I tread would be so very sad and lone.
Yet, if by some cruel fate one of us is left to tread the path, alone again to meet.
It would no be by choice of mine, but I would pretend you were in your seat
Or walking by my side, to see the rainbow in the sky and the flowers bright,
See the stars that shine, and knowing we will be together, makes everything alright.
Ann Margetson © 13 Feb. 1997
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