God's Garden
The grass is green
At the river’s edge,
As we sit and watch
The water flowing.
A ripple and a sniffle
In the early morning air
Where does it come from
Where does it go.
Constantly changing
Always rearranging,
The path it takes,
The valleys it makes.
It takes time to find the line
That travels distances
And changes mountains and plains.
Still, each day is new
With touches of old,
Something created
Something appreciated,
All in one lapsing day.
The grass is green
At the river’s edge,
As we sit and watch
The water flowing.
A ripple and a sniffle
In the early morning air
Where does it come from
Where does it go.
Constantly changing
Always rearranging,
The path it takes,
The valleys it makes.
It takes time to find the line
That travels distances
And changes mountains and plains.
Still, each day is new
With touches of old,
Something created
Something appreciated,
All in one lapsing day.
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