OH THE GLORY

A poem about the beauty of mountains in springtime...

Oh the glory of His workmanship
The beauty all around
In the solitude of morning
Mother nature makes no sound

From the mountains shines the radiant
Beams of golden rising sun
How complete it seems...the wonder
Where my spirit longs to run

In the greening days of springtime
Every tree becomes a home
To the creatures of His caring
Giving birth...no more to roam

Stilled the lakeside in the gloaming
'Neath the foothills and the plains
Thirsty pines all sing with gratitude
For cooling mists and rain

Reviews

[Beccy]

A lovely paean to the glory of nature. I love this kind of poetry; the rhythm, the flow has such a classic feel ands the photo is a perfect match to your words.

Beccy.

[Miss Sharon]

Thank you so much Beccy for a beautiful review of this write. It is nice to meet you. ~Sharon

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this reminds me of the beauty of Vermont...thanks for taking me back.

beautiful imagery, Sharon.

j.

[Miss Sharon]

Thank you so much my friend! The beauty and magic in these mountains never ceases to mesmerize me totally. I appreciate your kind review! ~Sharon