POETRY

Sunlight and shadows filter my view,

enhancing natures gentler hues.

 

Rugged mountains, majestic and green,

regally courtiered, fit for a queen.

 

Statuesque trees bow down their limbs,

as if in praise of HIM......

 

Who created the Stars, the Moon and the Sun,

an act of love and made us all one.

 

The emerald forest of Redwood trees,

whispers come to me, come to me.