All the nature was calm and quiet,
Walks amongst the beautiful green environment.
The sun rose behind a cloudy, blue, sky.
Peered through the tall angular trees.
The conservation area alive with mallard ducks swimming on the lake,
Geese tall, a white and gray black in appearance.
Sounds of nature could be heard,
A blue jay or a red winged blackbird,
Frogs sitting on an old log,
The view from the hill, reverent and sacred.
A summer walk enhanced and beautiful,
Widflowers and bushes surround the lake.
God's beauty hidden,
To be discovered by humanity.
Conversations with relatives and companions,
Complimenting the bright day.
God's blessings continue at an enhanced level,
Filling my day with thankfulness.
Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
I want you to stop from your busy day
And forget about your troubles
Sit back and rest get a glass of tea
While the world continues its struggles
Or take a long walk down a shady path
And listen to the birds
Feel the sun shine to warm the earth
Hear nature around you stir
I want you to think about all God has done
And the miracles that you’ve seen
For He has walked with you each and every day
And has heard your thoughts and dreams
Close your eyes now in thankful praise
Tell Him all your cares
Oh He’s listening for you to call His name
And lay your burdens there
The peaceful sounds that nature sings
And the flowers as they bloom
Will warm the heart and calm the soul
So take time to visit soon
God has blessed this earth with wondrous Love
He has provided all we need
He carefully tenderly cares for us all
Down to the smallest seed
So sit back now and take some time
To listen to earth songs
It’s as if Angels lead and all nature sings
And its right where we belong.
Thank you Lord for all you’ve done
For the flower to the tallest tree
I am so unworthy of your love
And the Grace you’ve shed on me.
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