My Quiet Corner

A quiet corner means to me Just sitting under a big oak tree Watching the birds in the clear blue sky Soaring up high and perching nearby When gazing to the left of me I see a beehive full of sweet honey As I look to the right of me Waves are forming from a deep blue sea When looking up toward the sky Beholding God's creation with the naked eye Then looking down toward the ground Oh what beauty that can be found Look all around you in your quiet corner For there is no room for the thoughts of a scorner Each of us should have a quiet corner With all that surrounds us we never are a loner Copyright 2013