He Speaks To Me

He Speaks to Me by Amy Swanson (c) March, 2008 He speaks to me in bright blue skies Gentle winds, wildflower sighs - Glorious trees, majestic, strong; All a part of nature's song. Waterfalls so pure and clean Each blade of grass, life's color, green. The sunshine in the sky so bright, And stars that twinkle in the night. The wonder of the rising sun Tranquility when day is done; Sparkling dewdrops on my toes... All lend themselves to nature's prose. Birds that sing their springtime song Playful summer nights so long Colored leaves of red and gold Lush blankets of fresh fallen snow. Falling rain, mountain streams Bubbling brooks or crashing seas... Listening with my heart, I see - This is how God speaks to me.