The Most Amazing Artist of All

What Blessing it is to Stand in the Autumn Open Air,
Close my eyes and Listen to the Sweet Sounds of Heaven
Singing here on Earth.

To Feel the Caress of Angels in the Breeze,
Touching my cheek and Tousling my hair,
Like a Parent or Grandparent might do to a small Child
They Positively Adore.

To Hear the Wind Rustling the leaves of the trees,
Shushing through the wheat and the timothy,
Whispering Love
From High Above.

To Feel the Warm kiss of the Sun Shining down from the Clear Blue Sky,
Ever and Always asking Why?
Why I don’t Turn my face Upward more
To Sigh in the Sounds of Nature,
Singing Sweetly, Breathing Deeply?

To Hear the Cadence of crickets,
Stirring a Last Lullaby from their breasts
Before Autumn’s Fair and Gentle Hand
Slips inside Winter’s Snowy Glove.

To Inhale the Rustic, Woodsy Scent of leaves,
To Hear the Lark Laughing in the Trees,
To Know without a shred of Misgiving,
This life Is precious that I am Living,
And Bears the Unmistakable Signature
Of the Most Amazing Artist of All.

~Morgan~

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