Spring Daisy

I stood upon a soft green hill
Alone and still.
Easter sun shone all around me
Yet I was sad
For I could see
A lonely tree
Its naked branches cold and bare.

And as I stood upon that hill
Alone and still
I thought upon another tree
And I was sad
For I could see
A lonely face
With pain and heart-break and so cold.

Spring Daisy

Yet, as I stood upon my hill
Alone and still,
I saw beneath that naked tree
A small white flower,
A first Spring Daisy,
So sweet and pure,
There sprang into my heart such joy!

Yes, as I stood upon that hill
Alone and still,
My heart was lifted by that flower,
And I was glad
For I could see
My risen Lord
As promised, had returned to me.

Sheila Jakobsson