The Core Of All Being.

To watch the wind, through the trees. The dance, of the leaves. And the willows that bow, so majestically now. With such a feeling in the air, of Gods Spirit there. A tranquility deep, between the birds and nature, as they speak. Can you hear his sounds? His voice. As time moves all around, even in the rains, as they trickle down. And seen, in the rippling of a stream, as the waves seem, to wear crowns. Bejeweled in the sons light, that's found. Life holds such meaning. His love is there, in the core of all being. With a spirit, so freeing.