Nature's Songs

Who can watch a sunset,
In the western sky...
Wrapping the clouds in a crimsom robe,
And not breathe a happy sigh?

Where can I hear the morning song,
Of the bluebird's welcoming trill...
And not thank our Holy Father,
As He reigns over valley and hill?

Or watch the brown beaver toil,
From dawn to the end of the day...
building indescribable dams,
That slows a farmers way?

Or out in the dusty desert,
Hear a coyote wail at night...
Or hear the mighty roll of thunder,
As lightning flashes into sight?

And then there comes a rainbow,
pleasing to a human eye...
As it's muted colors,
stretch across a cloud-darkened sky!

Can man make a blazing sunrise,
or make a silver river flow...
Or hang a pale moon in the sky,
or trigger the wind to blow?

Only our faithful Holy Father,
with his all-knowing power...
Can make such awesome miracles,
as a meadow full of flowers.

Hear the songs of Autumn,
trailing on a gusty breeze...
midst showers of golden leaves,
Falling from sturdy trees...

Bow down to our great Creator,
Praise Him night and day...
For all His love and precious gifts,
Of nature's sweetest bouquets.

~ Eva May Young ~

It gives me a warm feeling in my heart to write poetry.  I am a "Golden Ager" shut-in and writing keeps my mind busy with something I've done ever since I was a child, and it's my way of sharing our LORD with who ever comes to visit.  Thanks for reading my poetry - I'd love to hear your comments.  May God richly bless you.  Send emails to:   EvaYoung @ SkyWriting.Net

[ by: Eva May Young Copyright © 2003 ( EvaYoung @ SkyWriting.Net ) -- submitted by: Eva Young ]


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