Creating patterns in the sky
I wonder why the geese fly high
Creating patterns in the sky?
A group enraptured in a dance;
The stunning art of Providence.
I wonder why trees are so tall.
Standing here I feel quite small.
The branches shiver in the breeze,
Ballet of winter,waving trees.
I wonder why the sun curves round,
A path I see here from the ground.
The sun shows light which softly shines.
An Arche de Triomphe for the pines.
I wonder that red robins fed
On our crumbs of seeded bread.
Now sweet songs of courtship sound;
Life goes round and round and round.
Doves and pigeons mate for life.
Each male has his loving wife.
Now pigeons circle overhead...
And they too love my home baked bread