Singing Trees

Life is beautiful

 I love the trees who sing,

or the brooks who babble their secrets to the lowly,

I love the wind that kisses so tenderly on a spring afternoon,

and the warm sunshine that pierces the dark of gloom,

I love the gifts of creation that reciprocate joy,

to see Pleiades on a cloudless night in awe struck wonder,

a sky full of magic and miracles,

vast expanse of infinite passion,

a scroll spread out as far as the imagination can perceive,

all around are the creators' blessings,

in the dark,

in the light,

he is there,

there are mysteries to find,

there is love to give,

there is hope for the future.

Author's Note

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