Bridhe's Green Mantle

The fields have been ploughed
Fat brown Earth
Ready to receive the seeds
Look, a shimmer of green
Signs of life
A promise of colour
And delicate flavour
And fruit in the fullness of time

Trees and bushes everywhere
Seem to stretch
And reach for the sun
Their branches bulge with buds
Signs of life
A promise of colour
And delicate perfume
And fruit in the fullness of time

My heart also feels the touch
Of Bridhe's gentle hand
The hard crust, the protective shell
Will soon burst
Sign of new growth
A promise of colour
And delicate flavour
And fruit in the fullness of time