His Nature
The mountains call out to the sun
Wherever you look, you will see me
Blanketed in emerald, azure and amber
Clothing worthy of a king’s wardrobe
The sun caresses the mountains
With a sensitive warming ambiance
Whispers of sweet, soothing, captivating
Love songs that keep tune with the breeze
The wind whistles a cheerful welcome
To the trees that seem rigid and afraid
So uncertain of the season’s they live in
Will tomorrow bring them to a dying place?
Wild flowers hold their tiny heads high above
The green floor that grows into their feet
Shy and timid, they cause the heart of the butterfly
To flutter along the edges of their whimsical fingers
Birds of every color and type echo through the limbs
That are the living rooms of these gentle fowl
Who dress in brilliant reds, blues and yellows
Awaiting the moment when the tides turn them south
Wild animals caress the carpet with their fingernails
Arms and legs alive with a sense of joyful excitement
Sharing their stories with the knowledge that they must hide
From the howling, weeping, screaming forest thunder
Escaping from the crash of lightning glow on the trees
A vicious and furious strike from the Creator’s hand
The squirrel, raccoon and deer all gather around one
Single pine with its needle fingers entwined to cover them
From the mountains and valleys there comes assurance
That tomorrow will bring with it a wonderful endurance
Brought about by faith in the One who gave the life to
Each of these glorious reasons for adoring His nature
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