New

All things are made new,
  as the rain beats down,
And the green flows out
  of the ground, then follow
The flowers purple, yellow,
  colors in abundance.
A flourish of fancy taken off
  to fly on the rolling hills.
Making a feast for the eyes,
  can you take it all in.
Or are you to caught up
  in dead things, never seeing
What is set out in delight
  before you, waiting to
Be discovered and reveled
  in the springing wonder.