As I walked up the mountain
I felt the cool breeze, from the summer winds ...
The beauty of what nature brought
The trees so green and tall, swaying in the wind
The soil I walked on, soft from the gentle rains of last nite ...
Animals running free
Birds chirping, flying from branch to tree ...
Hearing of the trickle of the stream near by
I look up seeing the sky of blue, clouds of white ...
The songs of nature
The beauty of it all
Like a paint brush on canvas ...
With the signature of God, in its corner
Of this framed beauty ...
Michael VanDyke @C 2022
