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 !
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Claire V. Bogdanos 