Poetry on God's Creation "And creation's wonders are but the outer fringe of God's works; how faint the whisper we hear of him!"---Job 26: 14
Monday, May 30, 2011
The summer breeze, the summer breeze; Oh how I love the summer breeze: A gentle smile, a quiet song, A brook which brings my heart along. The thrill of light, the flow of trees I long to taste the summer breeze Like ice cream in the brassy heat, Or popsicles that children eat. I toss the leaves across the clouds, They join the silver twilight's shrouds, Before the moon begins to rise, I catch the summer breeze's dyes.