Dew on the roses
The image on the mind
What could surpass?
Difficult to say
The morning’s light
High in the trees
Eagles seemingly floating
On the evening breeze
Blossoms on fruit trees
Many things in harmony
Nature gives no relief
From all the beauty it brings
We think of sounds
Brooks and creeks
Bubbling over rocks
Birds singing greetings
Announcing the joy of life
Sunrise
Church bells ringing
A lovely walk
Choirs singing
All so lifting
Reminding us
Life is a miracle
We are so blessed
The voice of God
Falling on our ear
Our conversation with him
So private and dear
A feeling sublime
Any time of the year
Stanski
December 23, 2021 ^
Steve Haarman 