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God's Art

I see the mist from the water rise As the fire falls from the sky The mountains stand so wise and proud Reaching forever into the clouds. I love the feel of the morning breeze As it blows so crisply through the trees The sound of the brook on it’s twisting path Brings joy to my heart and makes it laugh. I watch the squirrels run and play In their joyful, happy way High in the trees they cavort and dance Ever taking a lofty chance. I sit by the brook and look away To a nearby hill where children play Their laughter fills the morning air As they run and jump without a care It's the greatest work of art you see And it always sets my spirit free As I see god's canvas spread this way I think what a wonderful, beautiful day.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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