Take a peaceful summer day
from atop a green clad hill.
Caressed by a kiss of breeze
Birds serenade yet all is still.

Look across a valley’s view.
A river’s silver strand winds its way.
Where foothills come together
and Nature’s creatures stop to play.

Gaze into a sky so blue
made bluer by clouds of silvery white.
Watch a noble eagle
soar in solitary flight.

Walk quietly along.
Shielded from the heat of the day.
Down a tree lined shady lane.
What a wonder could this picture stay.

This portrait painted by an unseen hand.
That wields a brush that does not cease.
Dipped in the pallet
Spread with the paint of peace.


by Kurt Hearth

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