BEAUTIFUL SPRING Behind this door a garden lies A field of flowers that need no rain Forever green though tended not And rarely seen, though ne'er forgot And in this field a maiden cries With tears of laughter and of pain For memories of lessons taught And precious days of passion sought And though this door is always shut That no one else may look within Alone this maiden sows the soil With measured sighs and patient toil For behind this door a secret's kept That only Nature could have done For whatever else that life may bring There blooms the beauty of that spring. July, 1986