He (God) makes me lie down in green pastures. He leads me beside still waters. He restores my soul. He guides me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake. Psalm 23:2-3 WEB
BIRD ON WING
Morning breaks with golden rays and welcomes in another day
Beauty rare o’er countryside arises, dances ’cross the stage
A bird on wing I soar to heights of mountain grandeur high
Above craggy peaks and button grass mid mighty rolling clouds
I glimpse the valley down below view hills and silver threads
Trace their winding paths through plains toward the foaming sea
Light reflects on quivering leaves, trembling in the gentle breeze
Great cedars of the forest stand, shading creatures of the wild
The midday sun shimmers hot, mist lifts to stores above
Enhancing rainbow colours declaring the promise of God
In want of sustenance, I swoop t’ward grassy fields and wait
Satisfied, well nourished I sing joy-filled songs of thanks
I catch the stream and rise once more to sail across the sky
Spread my wings and hover long enjoy the weightless pose
Until the cool of evening warns all beasts to venture home
I wander far in search of nook to rest my weary soul
The setting sun, its deep red glow concludes a blessed day
Golden moon and sparkling stars chime their symphony of praise