A Wondrous Gift
As daylight breaks and wildlife wakes
a morning mist forms o’er the lakes;
with constant drive sun’s rays arrive,
and all of nature comes alive.
As morn unfolds, sun’s beams behold,
and bathe the hills in shades of gold.
The birds in trees, whose songs appease,
will revel in the morning breeze.
‘tis in the field that nature’s yield,
the flowers’ beauty is revealed,
and in the skies an eagle flies
repeating soft this rhyme’s reprise.
I look around and hear the sound
as all of nature is abound;
this verdant sod on which I trod,
a lovely wondrous gift of God.
August 13, 2020
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