As the sun rises over the hill,
The leaves reflect the golden rays like mirrors
Birds sing their praises to God,
Laughing and playing as they do
All nature seems to take in the Lord's glory,
Bathing in it and being blessed by it
I am so glad Jesus has brought us here!
I always love the word pictures your poems create. It seems like the more time you spend outside, the better your poetry becomes. Keep it up my boy!
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