God's Beauties Poem by Robert Edgar Burns

</>Birds will sing above
Flowers in the spring.
Mother Natures’ breath
Will briskly blow.
There is beauty all around me.
I find it wherever I go.

Sun drenched and happy,
Swaying trees touch the sky.
The squirrel and his pappy
On branches below,
Run merrily about.
They have no place to go.

Hoot owls screeching Hoo,
But aren’t talking to you!
Fish jump in the stream
And by bears they are seen!
Snakes slither away,
To you that’s o.k.

Oh, how content are
Gods’ little beauties.
Not a worry on their minds.
No jobs to keep,
No appointments to make.
The envy of all mankind.