In the hottest days of summer,
And my energy the temperatures took.
My favorite pastime each day,
Was wading in the brook.

The water so clean and clear,
And cool as it could be.
Running over the rock bed,
As it brought relief to me.

I loved to walk the rocks,
To cross the other side,
Where shade trees lined the bank,
Where nature's animals could hide.

I’d sit with feet just dangling,
Below the rippling brook,
And how I did enjoy the peaceful feel,
From each trip down there I took.

The birds, it seemed they knew me,
And sang a special song.
As butterflies of every color,
Would flutter all day long.

The beauty of God’s creation,
Is more than eyes can see.
For it is in the things most common,
Like birds singing in the trees.

Faye Reyenga ©
6 / 23 / 2006
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