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 is well in His own timing.