Nature sings

She heard the voices of the trees
Swaying arms swept wide by breeze
Turning blades over the meadow
Brushing yellow folded leaves
Nature's song sang to her wonder
A tune she held within to ponder
Feeling sweet the breath of autumn
Knowing that it breathed beyond her
Sweeping out the present worry
A lightened heart rose high with fury
Soaring on this cleansing wind
With ne'er a thought nor want to hurry
There the rays swept golden, shining
Breaking through the clouds soft lining
Lighting up her face so thankful
All shall be in His own timing.


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