I smell the musty scent of Summer
On hedgerows moist with morning dews,
And view the colours of Autumn leaves
Resplendent in their glorious hues.
I view this colourful World in which we live,
Created for us to admire,
Ever mindful of its beginnings,
To enjoy its pleasures before we expire.
I smell wild flowers on the river banks,
See corn growing in the fields,
Smell the freshness of newly mown grass,
As HIS Wonders, daily, to me yields.
The pleasures of the seasons,
Experienced by all of us,
Who can smell and see and understand,
What in this World ~ HE’s made for us.
Each Country is a pleasure,
To be enjoyed by all,
Whatever the weather or season,
Winter, Spring, Summer or Fall.
© Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 27 June 2006
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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