Pained windows frame by wood
Trees now at rest
They open up God's sky
So beautiful are the squirrel's nest,
The wood can be so thick
All growth by His touch
One can find rest here
A rest one needs so much,
Rocks are used to build the wall
Lay with muscle and back
So much beauty is found
His touch it doesn't lack,
In summer an oil painting of
This place could not match
The grass can be so beautiful
Once it's been properly thatched,
Pained windows frame the wood
Trees now at rest
Opening up to show God's sky
By His hand the wood are blessed.
JJSweets 27Oct19 07:52 hrs
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