June's Rhymes
God's Earth
I can see God's hand in nature, everywhere I look.
I see beauty, smell fragrances, and wade the brook.
I watch animals in the wild, they gather their food.
They instinctively take care of their nursing brood.
They have their young, in a hidden, natural den.
Protection from the cold, the rain, and the wind.
How is it, that they know to do all these things ?
How is it, the bird knows he must flap his wings?
It's no secret to me, I know the answer very well .
Just watch nature, it has a wonderful story to tell.
I see beauty, smell fragrances, and wade the brook.
I watch animals in the wild, they gather their food.
They instinctively take care of their nursing brood.
They have their young, in a hidden, natural den.
Protection from the cold, the rain, and the wind.
How is it, that they know to do all these things ?
How is it, the bird knows he must flap his wings?
It's no secret to me, I know the answer very well .
Just watch nature, it has a wonderful story to tell.
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God`s Earth
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