There’s a place of quiet refuge
Where the gentle waters flow
Shaded by an oak tree
Singing birds take their repose.

Hostas line the pathway
In their suits of green and white
With a tiny stalk of blossoms
Their surprise is a delight.

Lavender on hillsides
Send scents of sweet perfume
Riding on a lily pad
Frogs croak as if on cue…

A tiny bird is watching
For mother’s quick return
With food for hungry baby
A big old juicy worm.

What joy it is to come here
See nature at its best
Engrossed in God’s creations
Come along …please be my guest.

© 2006 Marie Williams

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