by Janet G.
The sun is shining, a slight breeze delights. The air has a perfume scent with floral highlights. Small birds frolic amongst verdant trees And sing sans accompaniment knowing they please All who can hear them from each slender perch, Almost an experience one would have in church. The rain graced the ground for days to insure The nourishment of earth so all this could endure And each creature with five senses could rejoice, Imagining they could hear God’s nurturing voice.