Wonders. A Poem.

Looking at the clouds up high,

Building mountains in the sky,

Glowing white against the blue,

Beauty here for me and you.

Trees bedecked in vivid green,

Help to make a perfect scene.

Water lapping on the shore,

Music, that just calls for more.

Wind that whistles through the pine,

Sends some shivers up my spine.

Wonders like this do not miss,

To give me now, peace and bliss.

Β©2020 Steve McLeod.

39 Comments on “Wonders. A Poem.

    • When the night comes or the sky turns gray ,
      The sky showers us to grow and stay ,
      alive and happy in every way ,
      To God we sway , that every sun ray ,
      Would shine again and clear the clouds away ,
      So you could see toΒ  never get astray ,
      Divinity gets us to pay ,
      attention that everything we getΒ  through ,
      has a silver lining everyΒ  night
      andΒ Β  day …
      You say good morning ,
      “Tommorow is another day ” for a melody toΒ  play …

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  1. Clouds are amazing to watch, even storm clouds ! Your poem does exude the happiness one has in times gone by…β˜•οΈβ˜•οΈβ˜οΈπŸŒ€πŸ“πŸ“

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