Communing With Nature

Far and away the faint call of the loon The sun dropping, darkness coming soon The waters kissed by the last beams of light An eagle soars to his home in the heights Crowning the lake, forests dark and deep Broken only by ancient rock faces steep Giant trees surround the lake like a crown In the beauty of nature the senses drown We seek out these places to mend ragged souls Reflection and meditation unconscious goals To sit while the silence sings a heavenly tune Interrupted only by the faint song of the loon Lift up your eyes and heart to the new risen moon For in these places, with Him, a time to commune 7/214