The Hidden View To Another Society
She gazes through the branches of a tree,
The tree branches and leaves cling to the side,
Of an old bridge, worn by many travellers,
You can see the lake from there,
The ducks and geese playful,swimming about,
You know this is God's lake,
Because all about you is godly,
She moves to the weather worn picnic bench,
Sits there and reflects on the past,
There is a calm breeze rustling through the tall wild grass,
Seagulls fly overhead in flocks,
Divine nature guests on a beautiful day.
copyright Gwen Schutz
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