When winds drift in caressing my face,
All my problems vanish without a trace.
Music if flittering leaves hold
My senses captive in its cheerful folds.
A walk in His garden refreshes me
The power of nature do I see.
My gloomy mood seems to stay away
When I breathe in His bouquet.
His sunsets create a work of art,
The colors and majesty steal my heart.
It’s with this last calm scene of the day
I whisper a prayer for its display.
As I sleep, my spirit takes flight
And soar into welkin amid auras bright.
I circled white clouds as my Joy grew
In hopes of touching His face, I flew!