God's Nature

I captured this gift from God, early one morning, up at the farm. We had been up and down all night burning a huge pine tree that had been destroyed by the southern pine beetle.



God's Nature

Suppose God charged us for the rain,
or put a price on a songbird’s strain,
of music, the dawn, mist on the plain.

How much would autumn landscapes cost,
or a window etched with winter’s frost,
and a rainbow’s glory so quickly lost?

Suppose the people had to pay
to see the sunset’s crimson play,
and the magic stars on the Milky Way.

Suppose it was fifty cents a night
to watch the pale moon’s silvery light,
or watch a gull in graceful flight.

How much, I wonder, would it be worth
to smell the good, brown fragrant earth in spring?
The miracle of birth-

How much do you think people would pay
for a baby’s laugh at the close of the day?
Suppose God charged us for them, I say.

Suppose we paid to look at the hills,
for the rippling mountain hills,
or the mating song of a whippoorwill,
Or the curving breakers of the sea,
for grace and beauty and majesty.
And all these things God gives us free.

Author Unknown