His Blessings
Looking across the meadows where the
wild flowers grow,
life has been recharged after the harsh
winters snow.
Cat tails dancing to the tune of summer day,
while butterflies of many colors rehearse their mid air play.
Trees with new foliage provide much needed shade,
and a stream of cool water reflects the hue of jade.
Sweet fragrance falls gently as the wind carries new seed,
God, and all His Blessings, will provide just what we need.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2008
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