Reflections of Reality

Across the sky so many geese were flying To the innocent sound of a parent’s baby crying On the ground all the insects were crawling As now those tears turned into bawling All the trees had begun to rustle As the fly in the web now had a real tussle A babbling brook so full of fish Skimming a stone, the other side my only wish And as the clouds begin to clamor The baby’s cry is now just a stammer But the birds continue to sing away All giving Glory to God’s given day With the long grasses swaying from side to side In a long stretching almost unending field And as the baby soon drifts peacefully off to sleep The American grasshopper takes another miraculous leap