Properly Connected

Properly Connected Winds do blow freely beside the sea, And seagulls screech all about me Causing commotion in morning air, As feathers go flying everywhere. Fish form and swim here and there; No worrying or ever having to care; Peace can be felt in every direction; Nature has it down to a perfection. What would you really want from this? All has been beautiful with pure bliss, From day as it extends into the night, Stars and moon are such a bright sight. God, did you mean all of this for me? Clouds in Carolina sky floating so free; Was much more then I had expected; God and I were properly connected. James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran