These Special Moments Alone

Walking a nature trail

A few special moments alone

Observing God's creations

Shining in their glee.

I can see colorful wildflowers

Growing straight and tall

A Mother Bird goes soaring by

A worm in her beak to feed her young.

And now I see a squirrel on a limb

I wonder why he's barking at me

Oh_ if only I could understand

The language of the wild.

One thing I do understand_

These special moments alone

Have opened a door to my soul_

Tension exits_Calmness enters.

Ralph L. Clark © 2000

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