To stumble upon a beautiful picture,
my heart is awakened with a whisper.
Natures beauty is a pleasant sight,
my countenance collapses without a fight.
As I transcend myself into this picture
my heart and soul melds into nature.
Feeling the seasons crispy cool breeze
streaming through the gentle trees.
Reflections upon the pond are seen
with romantic thoughts one does glean.
Richness of beauty in natural terrain
nothing about God is plain.
Fall leaves brilliance of bronze and gold,
nothing in this picture could ever be sold.
Waters edge upon the land
this is what God had planned.
Honored am I having been able to see,
transcending into this picture I am free.
My heart awakened with a gentle whisper,
stumbling upon such a beautiful picture.
Written by: Kelle Marie Stavron
January 28, 2008

































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