Green leaves blow gently in the breeze, dappled by the sun
The corn so green grows taller, reaching toward the sky.
I love the things of nature, the Creator's handiwork.
As I ponder all His glory, joy and peace and grace are mine.
The corn so green grows taller, reaching toward the sky
I hear the creek go rushing by, as swallows soar and swoop
As I ponder all His glory, joy and peace and grace are mine.
Robins take a shower bath as the sprinkler wetly twirls.
© 1996 by Marie DisBrow