Trees in Early Spring

I don't know why I am so romanticized

by our Chinese Elm Trees in early spring.

The freckling of petal-like green clusters

against a crystal blue horizon . . .

The dance of cascading branches in the soft breeze,

like hair falling over a woman's shoulder . . .

These pictures do no justice to what they look like up close.

Up close they will take your breath away.

They will force you to worship the One who made them.

I see the handiwork of Him in these early seedpods.

Like being instantly reborn,

these branches are new every spring,

as though they were budding for the very first time.

So intriquing and refreshing and inspiring . . .

So unlike me as I age, yet so like Him . . .

"The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases,

His mercies never come to an end.

They are new every morning.

Great is Thy faithfulness, Oh Lord."