In the stillness of the day
I sit quietly and reflect
On all the wondrous things
I so often tend to neglect
I become fully entranced
By the soft billowy clouds
Which are often forgotten
Amongst the bustle of the crowds
The flowers captivate me too
Each one smiling at the sun
Seems God’s perfect glory
Can never be outdone
The trees all leisurely sway
To the beat of the zealous breeze
And the bees and the wild things hum
To the rustling of tender leaves
There’s magic in the air
Drifting along on a waft of sweet perfume
And I’m lost once again
To the wonders of a beautiful afternoon
© 2018 Michelle Cook
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