The Woodlands

Along the dampened and rutted way The dew lay thick upon the clay As sunshine broke the morning mist The leaves still damp received God's kiss A kaleidoscope of color Greeted my every twist and turn From the mighty towering oak To the little emerald fern For nestled neath this copse of trees An untold beauty welcomes me The many flowers in this half-light of dawn Stretch forth their heads as if to yawn As morning light shines upon my way The squirrels and chipmunks come out to play The sunlight dapples thru the trees Its light awakens the birds and bees The chirping of their melodic song Tells all around there's nothing wrong Thru patchy light they take to wing As nearby frogs their croaking sing Somewhere a pond reflects the light And mirrors all the birds in flight I step from dark to a white washed sky Eternally grateful to be alive And from that pond, a meandering brook Enticing me to have a look And as it gurgles through rolling hills God's beautiful creations give me the chills And if this stroll comes to an end My legacy to you is what I'll lend Belief in God is truly pure With Him His beauty will endure