It didn't feel like a blog was right for this moment, so I wrote a poem:
Rustle of leaves,
Fragrance of flowers,
Peace weaving its way to our hearts.
That little thought in the back of your head saying, "How?"
How can something be so beautiful?
So breathtaking?
That by glancing at it, you can feel its soul,
And the vibrations running wild.
It is magical...
Made by God.
How wonderful He is.
Rustle of leaves,
Fragrance of flowers,
Peace weaving its way to our hearts.
That little thought in the back of your head saying, "How?"
How can something be so beautiful?
So breathtaking?
That by glancing at it, you can feel its soul,
And the vibrations running wild.
It is magical...
Made by God.
How wonderful He is.