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© 2015 Jonathan Whitcomb
Wonders The Glory of Godís Creation
Found The scent of the pine The call of an elk Waltzing in tune with a tree frog song Swimming along the skyway, a cloud Tasting the melody, carries it on Watching the creeping of water, of tree As slow as the grass, if we could see All flowing along under the air But why is the cloud searching the ground? Begetting a wisp, she leads in the song And they both continue to carry the tune So why do their sunbeams pour over the ground? Think of the scent, of the call, of the tune The swimming of clouds as they carry on Are they all here by accident, leaving so soon? Continue to watch, to listen, to feel Continue to wait, to watch for the dawn By searching of sunbeams we both can be found Jonathan David Whitcomb