Spring leaps in <br />And pirouettes with joy - <br />The buds poke out <br />Into the new-found warmth. <br /> <br />Old Winter's left behind <br />And soon forgotton <br />If the weather holds. <br /> <br />But sometimes, <br />The season drowns <br />The new life found, <br />and only mud remains. <br /> <br />Thus God's humor <br />Does astound us. <br />And we ask, 'WHY? ', <br />But I don't think God pays attention.<br /><br />Fred Babbin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/god-s-humor-2/
