This Home We Share Poem by Sarah Persson

As winters pass the rivers flow,
Diamond-like the shallows glow,
Each nook n cranny that rushes by,
A pass is left when it all turns dry.

Eagles rest their wings on air,
Gliding where the rest won't dare,
The mountains hide the burning sun
And trodden paths now blend as one.

Each waterfall that thunders high,
Reflects amidst the sun burnt sky
And as the night time turns til dawn,
All wonders rest til light's reborn.

In the morning glow the flowers nod
And lift their heads to the face of God,
And with the rains the rivers laugh,
Out loud they rise to meet the grass.

A fortune held within this earth,
A home with sentimental worth,
To every creature, big or small,
For all to share, for all to enthrall.