"The Promise of Spring"

I remember looking forward to the promise of spring
All of the joy and the peace it would bring
The light of the Sun striking strait to the ground
Not like in winter when to space it would bound
Now not so much, for with the coming of spring
Horror, and destruction, and death it now brings
Her winds are not fair, they spin full of wrath
Killing, and maiming, and destroying a path
The Heavens are angry and it is seen in the sky
The clouds become reapers through the sad bye and bye
With the coming of spring I shall no longer smile
For with the coming of spring God shall put us on trial