And the trees speak their words through the breeze,

Traveling upon the air a rainbow of multicolored leaves.

The green of the grass sends soft whispers beneath my feet,

Scattered dust through the wind, a safe haven it seeks.

Wondrous visions eyes that behold a bounty of nature’s treasures,

Deeply breathe the air, a walk, God made this for our pleasure.

Looking at life, thinking of love, reflecting on all we are,

And God said, “Let there be light,” He created, the sun, moon, and stars.

© Cynthia Clark