The Bird Song
The Bird Song
Icy fingers from the lake
tenderly caress the dew.
Foggy digits turn to vapor
when the sun comes into view.
Sunlight bursts into the meadow.
Birds sing the song of a new day.
A family of deer finishing up breakfast.
I watch as the fawn begin to play.
Staring at the splendor of nature I'm humbled
by the magnificent day the Lord has made.
I'm reminded of a game of hide n seek as I watch
the sun playfully find the hiding shade.
The trees changing colors tell the season.
As the warmth of summer gives in to the fall.
Time rolling on in sweet harmony.
The bird song a testimony to it all.
As a visitor to this glorious moment
I must give the Lord praise,glory,and fame.
After a fleeting look back at the meadow
I shall go back from whence I came.
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