While the gentle rains descend
While the flying geese still call.
I thank God for what I'm given.
I thank God for this Fall.
To notice all the lovely beauty.
To see God's glory everywhere.
Knowing when to do my duty.
Showing how much I care.
Stopping to admire a spider's web,
Rain sprinkled in the dawn.
Lying in a fresh cut clover bed
To watch a doe with her fawn.
Admiring a sky so sweetly blue
It brings a tear to my eye.
Noting a maple's scarlet hue
As a far off rooster cries.
While the gentle rains descend from Heaven
And nature goes to rest.
I thank God for what I'm given,
For His gifts that are the best.
Jane Ellen Slone ©