Lilac flowers cover the path like sprinkled lace.
It must be God’s grace.
A hundred more steps before you reach the crest of the hill.
Dancing with a quiver full of leaves.
Birds glide with the wind up and down
In perfect harmony with every quiet sound.
Blue sky reflects off the calm of the pond.
Creating an inimitable bond.
Tiny waves glitter over the water like diamonds enhanced by the sun.
One can almost see the angels dipping their wings and having fun.
Everything is dancing to an eccentric rhythm.
Exult the Lord our God for He is worthy of all our praise.
2011-06-02 – Rebecca Wills Robinson