
Give me eyes to see beyond the trees
adorned in beauty pied,
and ears to hear the falling leaves
as they quietly subside.
Upon a breeze please let me climb
and journey without care,
across the lake reflecting Light
and humble me in prayer.
The beauty that Your fingers paint
take my breath away,
what lies ahead I do not know,
but close to You I'll stay.



This is perfection! What a wonderful praise-full poem. Lovely content, flow and rhyme. This is as smooth as butter. Congrats on the trophy.
This is worthy
of more than a Bronze in my eyes.








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