Winds whisper through the leaves..
by Rebecca Navarre
Sun sets golden over the trees..
Reds, browns, yellow, greens.. All
fall reflectively.. Mountains stand
tall.. And with prestige.. Crystal
blue rivers run, silent and deep..
All here at my feet..
All, here before my eyes..
A beauty, that can't be described..
All, here, spiritually cries, out..
Here! .. This, is what God, is all about..