WHO DARES SAY LOVE'S NOT ALIVE

Who dares say Love's not alive
Just look around and be
Enveloped in His beauty
That extends from sea to sea.

There's roving hills of velvet green
Blanketed with dew,
While high above scalloped clouds
Hug the sky of blue.

And while scattering rays of sunshine beam
Upon the new mown hay,
A gentle breeze stirs every breath
Of spring throughout the day.

Then the golden leaves of Autumn are
A picture to be seen,
Feathering down upon the grass
No longer vivid green.

To drink this beauty all around
Intoxicates the soul,
And who but Love could make these things
Each mortal should extol.