Sitting on my deck
A way to stretch my
neck
The tall grass is constantly waving
Like a ship being
tossed about.
The trees reach out
their limbs
Their leaves flutter
To say, "Take my hand."
Annoying fly's
landing
Writing in this
journal.
Birds call out
To their neighbors
"I am home."
The turtle creeps
along.
Cleaning the swimming
pool.
Cars and trucks of
every shape and size
Traveling along with life's
highway
Are they listening to the radio?
Or talking on their
cells?God's in all his
glory!
The living trees, the
swaying grass,
Birds singing, flying
insects, busy people
As I sit here talking
to God.
Everything has a
purpose,
The circle of life.
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