While walking in the bushat Heather place,
I saw a little woodland fern,
with a soft banner raised
at his side.
beside it a tiny flower looked up
at the fern
with humble praise.
A quiet peace stole over me
as I in silence stood
and listened to God music.
I saw the lofty pines above,
reach up in praise to God.
I heard the breeze
play gentle notes
among them ,
as I trod along.
Dear Mom,
ReplyDeleteSuch tranqillity and serenity, a calmness overcomes us when reading your poem.
I would like to share those special nature moments with you for real but in a certain way I do through your thoughts. Thank you !
Love Theresa
This is indeed serene... you know how I love the calm and quiet. A lovely poem!
ReplyDeleteHello Laurette, I always love reading your poems and they make me feel like I am in the wilderness too. Lovely Hugs Judy
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