Angel "Nature"
Who waves the paint brush in the
sky
at sunset and at dawn?
Who changes colours, tints and hues
so beauty is never gone?
Who cools the air, throughout the
night,
after a long, hot day;
So trees refresh and flowers lift
their dewy-heads high and sway?
Who knows the time for seasons
to change
and prepares us all in time
To do our part with little chores,
then look in awe at what's thine?
We call her "Mother Nature",
though she does not work alone;
Our heavenly Father guides her hand
for she, too, calls heaven, "Home".
Joan Adams Burchell
July 29, 2004
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