Witnessing God’s creation in the early dawn light
Illuminating from the sun’s rays, always so bright
Walking again on the trails at Chestnut Ridge this morn
Experiencing nature’s miracle, almost like being reborn
Hearing a chorus of birds, heralding the arrival
Welcoming all back from this winter’s survival
Flowing beneath a small bridge, a tiny creek runs by
Catching the run-off from nature’s tears which cry
Crying with happiness at God’s awesome wonder
Waking up the land from a long winter’s slumber
Sprouting skyward along the fringes of a narrow path
Adding a fresh, green carpet with color ready to splash
Rustling through the still leafless trees
Blowing wind brings a coolness for free
Appreciating these moments with God alone
Checking never to see who texts to my phone
Dashing down a steep hill, moves a solitary deer
Escaping my camera, she has nothing to fear
Spying the final remnants of an eroding tree stump
Framing its presence with moss growing in clumps
Flying in, a robin red-breast assesses the ground
Thinking to myself, haven’t seen you much around
Holding a brief meeting, a pair of squirrels scatters
Scurrying away to a safe, rotting log, now in tatters
Noticing few walking these trails, not very fast
Allowing me to enjoy a conversation that lasts
Winking through thickets of trees, towering and ancient
Shining sun brings out God’s true and loving patience
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