When you look around what do you see
An exciting world that works for free
The sun that shines and a moon that glows
A tingling sensation, head to toes
With the awareness of who we are
And why we are ruled by one bright star
The miracle is we cling to earth
And treasure the pull for all we’re worth !
I love the spring I love the fall
I love God’s word above else all,
The mountains that do rise so high
With many that reach for the sky
The valleys that engender rain
The hills that stretch across the plain,
The oceans and the seas so deep
These are provisions we need keep
A sultry storm, the desert heat
Fields that produce the food we eat,
The forests that protect the home
Where creatures live and breed and roam
This is the world we can’t replace
God gifts to us our lives to grace,
Tis strange how oft we lose our way
Yet manage still to greet the day !
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From the crest of the Caucusus Mountains
To the edge of the cold Antarctica shore
From the great heighths that our space probe attains
To the wild depths of a dark ocean floor
There exists a world that’s all about us
Foreign to that which we have known before
With a sound like the voice of a chorus
Thanking God for earth’s vast features and more !
I have seen from the top of the mountains
Into the depths of each valley below
The lush beauty that covers our woodlands
As ocean to ocean great rivers flow !
If I were an angel above the world so high
I’d fly from cloud to cloud so I could learn to spy
And seek out all the secrets of the earth below
Searching rivers for their source watching how they flow.
To touch each mountain top where no one dares to live
See the ocean’s ebb and flow acting like a sieve,
Imagining what happens underneath the seas
Or hillsides by the millions lush with assorted trees.
God’s world is such perfection like a magic spell
All He does is perfect, this is His show and tell !
Wherever you look this world is shaded in green dye
From the forest’s floor clear to a rainbow in the sky,
A verdant place live with the miracle of God’s care
Plush valleys, woodlands and mountains that rise in the air.
What is green? I know that its not these roads that I trod
But the friendly gardens I pass that wave me a nod,
The blazoned grass in the fields and the oak when it’s young,
The trees that cover each grove with their seed as they’re sprung,
Grasshopper’s in flight emitting sounds that echo and hum,
No, not the air that we breathe but the source that it’s from.
Green’s my favorite color and the color of pine
Like the stem of each flower and the stalk of each vine,
The crest of each hill that’s burdened with blossoms it blows,
The fruits of the orchard and the tall corn as it grows,
Solemn moss upon a rock that betrays not its age,
A bird’s chorus sung from a branch, the air as its stage.
What is green? The deep of the sea, the heart of a palm
The chant of the willow’s sweep like the words of a psalm,
Caterpillars at birth and the new bud of a rose,
The youth of a man, the lid of his grave at its close,
The rigid eyes of a cat while its vigil will keep
In silence watching some prey, seeming lulled into sleep,
And there, like vespers in the wind that scatters its seeds
Fast being held in the grasp of life’s swift spreading weeds
Tiny sprouts that protrude through the wet earth after rain
Are now promising me hope that the green will remain.
While the green of an emerald possesses great worth,
The best of life’s green is bound to the crust of the earth
Be glad that green’s the one color we cannot replace
It relieves the monotony of blacks, browns, and grays.
Upon one night that was quiet resting
without a single star
Within that realm we cannot touch because
its contents live too far,
A comet journeyed through space and sped
across the pathway of sight
Its distant splintered trail did fail to break
the stillness of the night
And left behind for brief moments,
a sprinkling of glittering dust
Then spread itself apart in exorcise
for disappear it must.
I wonder now as I reflect upon
the scope of what I’d seen
How many a soul, who looking up has
spied that which rests between
The trembling earth and far-off heaven’s vast
and unchartered domain,
Space that exists in spite of awesome passions
in all that remain
Once where Apollo strode across the ancient
footstool of the sky
While lithesome Mercury did there his playful
lust for speech apply,
And streaked about that wide expanse mankind had
labeled celestial,
Touching not on boundaries that are coursing
earth’s terrestial,
Yet seeming to pursue some unrestricted
end with gain supreme,
Wherein planet, moon and star react to
cycles each may redeem.
There with some complicated astronomer’s
tool to find and trace
A pattern that explains how each remembers
their specific place
Knowing one force guides this universe
with unrelenting power
Controlling the slowest movement that marks
each minute, counts each hour.
A lesson we’ve found to be constant and
true this power exists
With a will that is strong wavering not
and one plan that persists.
Search among the learning of the past while
interest piques the mind
And delving through Homer’s expertise forthwith
to some wisdom find,
Finally to conclude that man must in
his endless questing be
The simplest transiting creature that dwells
within infinity :
Let our reason be such while we follow each star
As it crests in the sky at some distance too far,
Never losing the faith that depends on our sight,
Fail to shatter the darkness which we’ll call the night
Ere time greets that moment when we pass into dust,
Know the ends of our lives are a natural must.
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Claire V. Bogdanos 