A robin hopped through the grass
a worm in hopes to find.
I sat under a shade tree
with napping on my mind.
A few clouds wandered lazily overhead
in shapes ineffable.
The sky somehow seemed at ease,
so content and full.
I dozed.
The world turned.
The breeze played.
The sun burned.
Last night's gentle rain
had removed all of the pain.
In dreams sublime,
warmed by sunshine
I pondered
man's place
God's face
and the unmerited fortunes of good grace.
Each time, it is a surprise
that I can rest, just as the earth does,
and dream such grand dreams
with peace, joy and love.
Nature brings out the best in us when we just sit beside her and be. Nicely penned, Smoky
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Lovely poem, Smoky Hoss. You took me right to that shady tree where you pondered man's place, God's face and the unmerited fortunes of good grace. Beautiful lines!