God's Gift Poem by Carolyn Ford Witt

The day is awakening. Birds are singing. The trees are whispering, 'Rain is on the way' 'Rain is on the way' The leaves have turned their bellies up to catch each miniscule drop. The branches are swaying as if to say'Come, Come'. The sky is white with the endless cloud cover. You can smell the dampness in the breeze. I see each leaf fluttering as though they were giggling amongst themselves and gently reaching up for God's blessing. The torrential downpour that follows will greenup the parched brown grass that was once our lawn. How can we not know of God's touch when we see His miracles in our everyday life. Stop and look around at what God has given us.......