God's Art
I see the mist from the water rise
As the fire falls from the sky
The mountains stand so wise and proud
Reaching forever into the clouds.
I love the feel of the morning breeze
As it blows so crisply through the trees
The sound of the brook on it’s twisting path
Brings joy to my heart and makes it laugh.
I watch the squirrels run and play
In their joyful, happy way
High in the trees they cavort and dance
Ever taking a lofty chance.
I sit by the brook and look away
To a nearby hill where children play
Their laughter fills the morning air
As they run and jump without a care
It's the greatest work of art you see
And it always sets my spirit free
As I see god's canvas spread this way
I think what a wonderful, beautiful day.
Copyright © Bobby Jarrard | Year Posted 2005
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