The Woodlands
Along the dampened and rutted way
The dew lay thick upon the clay
As sunshine broke the morning mist
The leaves still damp received God's kiss
A kaleidoscope of color
Greeted my every twist and turn
From the mighty towering oak
To the little emerald fern
For nestled neath this copse of trees
An untold beauty welcomes me
The many flowers in this half-light of dawn
Stretch forth their heads as if to yawn
As morning light shines upon my way
The squirrels and chipmunks come out to play
The sunlight dapples thru the trees
Its light awakens the birds and bees
The chirping of their melodic song
Tells all around there's nothing wrong
Thru patchy light they take to wing
As nearby frogs their croaking sing
Somewhere a pond reflects the light
And mirrors all the birds in flight
I step from dark to a white washed sky
Eternally grateful to be alive
And from that pond, a meandering brook
Enticing me to have a look
And as it gurgles through rolling hills
God's beautiful creations give me the chills
And if this stroll comes to an end
My legacy to you is what I'll lend
Belief in God is truly pure
With Him His beauty will endure
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