Tis the time of year when sunshine smiles
And the sky is so clear for miles and miles,
When the birds in the branches of the trees
Circulate their message into the breeze
While the gentle wind does rustle the leaves
Now playing in the shadow of the eaves.
The trees seem to yawn and stretch in the sun
As spreading shrubs have their flowers begun
So it is that our world of growing green
Paints pictures to all of beauty obscene !
There is this joy that mornings bring
The song of birds upon the wing
Their voices calling to their kin
An early morning checking in.
They chirp and croon familiar tunes
From breaking dawn through afternoons
Making each creature here belong
Though some are frail yet others strong
How wonderful that God’s so wise
He’s made His Own Bird Paradise !
The cattle low, the rooster crows
Tis quite early in the morning
The trees will bend, the wind it blows
Another day soon is dawning.
The squirrels hustle in the trees
Their booty they are defending
While pigeons roosting mongst the leaves
All their messages are sending !
I’m so sad that the summer’s done
It’s leaves are falling one by one
The wind moves slowly in the breeze
While sailing quiet through the trees.
There is a crispness in the air
Relief from heat we’ve had to bear
Too soon the winter will appear
To fill the balance of the year.
Then when the dawn does shine its light
That emanates from brilliant white
Reflected there in swirling snow
You’ll see the season’s icy show !
There is a noise I hear so clear
Of chaos ringing on my ear
Machinelike thumping banging round
External scraping on the ground,
The buzz of saws and screeching tires
A twisted mass of falling wires,
Oh what a sight this morn has brought
As city streets in storm are caught !
I often think the Lord is there
In every garden that we share
With odors that o’ercome the air
And seize upon our senses rare.
A garden is this magic place
In which God lends to us the grace
That brings a smile to each one’s face
Engulfing us in His embrace.
I wish that I could always be
Involved with such an entity
Like plant or flower, vine and tree
Within our Lord’s proximity !
I look outside, what do I see
A field of violets smiles at me
While over in the corner there
Two lilacs do their blooms compare.
Hydrangeas all like spreading out
They love the space and so they shout
“Hey, look at me, I’m gussied up
My blossoms fill your largest cup !”
Consider all the dandelions
They are the brighest of all kinds
And when they grow close to the ground
They’re the best cover to be found.
I’d like to think that flowers know
How much we love them as they grow
And keep themselves sweet as they can
In tribute to God’s love of man !
I’m often amazed by facts I see
Of how our Lord helps both you and me
And thus He tends our world from up high
In heaven as He is passing by.
While the leaves do fall and dissipate
On ground beneath, there hover and wait
For rains to fall on assorted roots
Where the winds wake up the tender shoots.
Cycles of life going on and on
A method we all depend upon
Such glorious plans that He provides
Assuring all creation survives !
The snow has covered all the ground
There’s not another soul around
Our world of white is drowning in
A swirl of ice and sleet and wind.
There is no color anywhere
Except for trees whose limbs are bare
And evergreens both small and tall
Whose silouettes display it all.
This winter beauty that we see
Will fade away eventually !
This world lies cloaked in veils of white
That floated down all through the night
The morning woke to wond’rous sight
All layered like ice cream delight.
The air so crisp, it filled each room
And chased away old winter’s gloom
Let’s pray the laughter will resume
As happy smiles begin to bloom !
The sun it rises in the sky
Preparing to bid morn goodbye
The day progresses faster now
Soon twilight will appear somehow.
The sun does sink beyond the trees
The moon it rises with dark’s ease
The stars above sparkle and shout
Tis now the time for faith devout !
Mocking bird, mocking bird sing me a song
Keep me amused through this afternoon long
Oh sweetest of sounds, please show me the rest
Sing me those melodies I love the best !
I glanced out o’er my yard today
To watch leaves slowly drift away
As one by one they sailed on by
A gust of wind made each one fly.
It seemed as though they spoke to me
But silence is their destiny
There’s too much that I need to learn
The list is long, it’s turn by turn.
I often wonder what we’d do
If nature had a word or two
So you and I might understand
What is the message of the land !
The tender shoots have gone to bed
They chose to doze in spring instead
The cherry trees have gone to sleep
The willows now no longer weep !
All of God’s seeds are taking naps
Avoiding all the snowy traps
The season sure makes one big mess
With slosh and cold, I must confess.
Think of all the joy it will bring
When God appears in early spring
Returning treasures we had lost
To snow and ice and winter’s frost !
The sun peeks out from behind each cloud
A chorus of birds all sing aloud
While the air about still smells as sweet
The wind has mellowed and is discreet.
What a perfect day just fore the storm
Where life as we know it is quite norm
Let’s carry on as we have before
And pray the Lord stands Guard at our door !
I see the rain now tumbling down
Like teardrops rushing to the ground
The Power it accompanies
Is Parent to all plants and trees.
How splendid is the light He brings
To all of this world’s living things
For even mountains rise with time
While valley levels will decline,
How wonderful it is to be
Creations of God’s Entity !
Throughout the world, before too long
Folks will count most eight billion strong
There’s no two that will be exact
Believe, because this is a fact.
While each must follow their own track
Sadly there is no turning back
So just keep going and perform
And try your best to rules conform.
There is no right, there is no wrong
We seem to land where we belong
The only Power we’re subject to
Is God above, He’ll see us through !
Oh wicked wind where have you been
What kind of trouble are you in
You’ve set your aim upon the waves
And sent great ships unto their graves.
You’ve damaged all the tallest sails
With wild velocity of gales
You’ve churned the sea into a broil
Unfit for gentleman or churl.
All islands are in fear of you
Because of ravages you do
The mountains cower under seige
Due to the damages you leave.
The sands of deserts crowd the air
Because your strength does tarry there
Where do you fit into God’s scheme
I do not know, I can but dream !
The eagle flies and tilts his wings
Into the wind as courage springs
The sight of which from earth below
Imprints his efforts in this show
Upon those seeking there aground
The eloquence that he has found
With visions of his grandeur high
He is the strength in God’s great sky !
I wish, I wish that I could be
A butterfly that flutters free
I’d hop from flower to flower
Sipping nectar by the hour
And spend my days in company
That looks and sounds the same as me.
I know my lifespan cannot last
Thus all I do must happen fast
Since most bug life accelerates
There is no time for friendly dates
And so this beauty that we see
Too soon before one knows shall flee !
Do you hear the hum of the growing sound
As nature keeps expanding all around
Or feel the subtle tremors that rebound
From energies released in our surround ?
Can you smell the sweetness of this new ground
Where earth’s nutrients appear to abound
Breathing strength into gully, hill and mound
Producing plants and flowers brightly crowned ?
There is no way I can explain
The value of the sun or rain
Or birds that span this vast terrain
Like herds that roam life’s wild domain,
Or early dawn and morning dew
Like twilight’s glow before curfew
While oceans, lakes and rivers too
Are full of life that’s out of view.
Too much for us to understand
That exists under God’s command.
We need to learn what has been planned
So we know how to take a stand !
The dampness seeps inside the glass
And seems to weep along the pane
A labyrinth of life’s morass
Attacking all, again, again.
Oh would that we might rule the path
And currents that control the Main
With the power like our God hath
To teach some manners to the rain !
Oh Mother Earth where is your charm
That beauty we’re depending on
Falling snow and icicle balm
Creating scenes to wish upon.
While winter frost that melts in spring
Uncovers nature’s blossoming
So like a dream meandering
Will hear the forests gossiping !
The fog creeps in so silently
It slowly rises from the sea
The air is still with ne’er a breeze
There is no rustle in the trees.
I feel a chill upon my skin
What kind of chaos are we in
I cannot see in front of me
When will our world be trouble free ?
Let’s thank the Lord for many things
Like sun and rain and April springs
Including all the birds that sing
And trees that host most everything,
The fields and valleys lush with life
Trails cut through forests like a knife
A night time sky that glows so bright
With stars and comets in their flight,
We thank You Lord for all these things
And all the joy Your loving brings !
Can you hear the tumult of the wind
It whines aloud that it be let in
The shutters tremble, the shingles roar
Can you feel the rattlng of the door ?
The mighty wind blows so fierce and loud
Where it gets caught bullying each cloud
Why won’t it move in a calmer way
And save its power for another day ?
I’m peering through a veil of white
That is this early morning’s sight
Watching the snowflakes filter down
In pirouettes close to the ground
They flutter, dance and swirl about
Their silent beauty spinning out !
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Claire V. Bogdanos 