Kentucky

When I look down upon the valley Admiring the wonder and the beauty below, I am taken in and awestruck by nature Then, for a second, I see what God does know. Beauty it is everywhere As I look both to my left and then to my right, God had splashed a rainbow against a canvas Then I see the white stars at night. They say that when God created the earth The first tear that he cried was out of pride, It fell down upon his new creation Beauty was seen for the first time in all that he eyed. He then created the mountains and the rivers Then the grass upon which he would walk, He then placed the trees and all of the flowers All gardeners enjoys praises, when others talk. God, they say then splashed out all of the colors As though arranging flowers in a vase, A little beauty here, and a little wonder over there But, most landed in just one place. Now when God comes to reminisce his great works When with its beauty he wants to recommit, God, they say always comes to Kentucky first That is where he enjoys to stay and to re-visit. Randy L. McClave