Green's of God's Earth

I always look into the greens of summer to find peace Just last week I went to see my tree The moss grows And looking into the moss, I see Just a forest Small and delicate The fairies meadow I imagined the fairies live there Standing looking inside The delicate leaves There is magic But, I shall not disturb Laying my hands On the wood I pray for Closing my eyes and whispering to God who hears The old tree Diseased and crumbling Mercy, I ask I move on to the next green place of rest There’s much to See under canopies Of God’s earth Thanking him for all the beauty of the earth ©2016 Bonnie jennings. All Rights Reserved