The Harmony of Nature
Drip, drip falls the rain
cluttering on the rock mountain
seeping through the plain
collecting in the fountain
And the breeze is fine
whistling through the pine
wiping the pine leaves a shine
whipping branches into line
And long are the shadows
giving shade to the sparrows
stretching over shallow fallows
patterning mellowing hollows
Does it really matter
Whether its weather
....or its finite climate
All is the beauty of God’s creation
The harmony of nature
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