That Perfect Day

That Perfect Day By Charles Shaw Such awesome beauty before my eyes The trees, the grass and butterflies How pure the sun brightly shines Reflecting silver threads upon the pines I hear the song of natures tears A gusty breeze that disappears Then so still, not a sound Just as might a saddened clown This ceaseless splendor, jewels of time These treasured moments, yet few are mine As I stand and ponder natures innovation In my heart I know it is divine creation Cry out old soul confess your shame God’s lamb has come to bare your blame Open your heart, flush out that pain Accept the love of God’s domain Spring of 1967 – The morning after an overnighter with my seven year old son at Toll Road Campground North of Arrowhead Lake, California