An evening with nature


In the shadow of that majestic tree

The leaves swirling all around,

An awesome halo of light glows

From the evening sun;

A little white dove spreading

Its translucent charm around.


A lonely figure standing by

The sun his only companion

-a sphere of golden warmth;

The wonder of the song

From a lovely lark

Its magical voice echoing.


A lovely brook among the rocks

-tingling music its commune

The graceful nymphs passing by;

The elegance of the wings

Of a lovely fluttering butterfly

Its presence a graceful touch.


The feathery clouds sailing by

Among the mountains rising high

There Β is in every breath

of nature, a silent touch

A touch of Almighty’s presence

A touch of eternal grace.


5 responses to this post.

  1. oldest of my poems written wen i was in school!!


  2. Beautiful! All of creation speaks of His Glory!


  3. Lovely.


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