The birds speak to one another in the treetops and the meadows. Each small voice imparting a musical tone,
which then harmonizes with the others to produce a operetta such as which few composers
can conceive.
The sun slowly arises to brighten the eastern sky, having
completed its journey round the far side of the world, to provide a reminder of
the cyclical patterns, which pervade our existence while expressing the pure
and steady rhythm of God’s great creation.
In the soft light of early morning dew drops tenaciously cling
to the grass; sparkling like diamonds as light passes through them.
The simplicity and elegance of a Butterfly as it weaves and
curls from plan to plant; Never following a straight path but rather allowing
the currents of the air to inspire them in the creation of a graceful dance.
The leaves, their veins made visible by the light passing
through them shimmer and glow, creating an aura of gold at their edges.
The kindly cool touch of a gentle breeze upon the cheek and the
soft caress as it passes over the skin.
In such an environment how can one help but feel bliss for
it calms the soul and brings peace of mind
7/7/2021
Written by Mark R. Day, Copyrighted by Mark R. Day 7/7/2021
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