Autumn Forest
Ah! The quietness of nature!
Here it all is captured
by a running river
racing to its end.
I can hear the breath of water
which in itself never falters.
I feel all but lonely
with Jehovah- my Friend.
Scattered leaves of many colors:
holding yellow, brown, red and orange.
Softened branches at last fallen
answer gravity's calling.
Life's teeming with his creation
in scenes like this through many nations.
What proof in such excellence
could whisper in ungratefulness,
Jehovah God does not exist?
Chanté Walker
Thursday January 18, 2018
"An Album of Expressions-January 2018"
Copyright © Chante Walker | Year Posted 2018
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