The roofs are shining from the rain,
The sparrows twitter as they fly,
And with a windy April grace
The little clouds go by.
Yet the back-yards are bare and brown
With only one unchanging tree—
I could not be so sure of Spring
Save that it sings in me.
Love Poem by Sara Teasdale
Love Art – Trees (ca.1912-1914) by Henry Lyman Sayen. Original from the Smithsonian Institute.