the wild birds, atop the trees, sing me beautiful songs. i hear the orchestra of crickets stringing me a tune. i feel the quiet whisper of my Father's voice as the wind softly blows in my ears. it is the small things in Creation that i appreciate; the antelope off in the distance, the beautiful sculpted red rocks, the bank under the bridge that needs more rain, the tiny blue butterfly leading my way on the trail, the rabbit that stands still in his tracks with his eyes stuck on me but hoping i won't notice him, the many squirrels that run and hide out of the same instinctual fear as the rabbit, the fuzzy catepillars of all sizes that risk their life inching across the path. what a great way to start my day, wishing everyone a "good morning" along the way.
posted by Tera @ 4:45 PM
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