Surrounding Splendor


Trees with their shades of green,
branches blowing in the breeze,
the air is fresh and ever clean,
a rushing created by the leaves.

Birds perched upon the tree limb,
just resting from their daily flight,
chirping away, carefree and trim,
majestically making things bright.

Up above the sky of endless blue,
dotted with white clouds so pure,
starting each day fresh and new,
life’s hardships we bravely endure.

Residing in a world forever bold,
tragedy and death take their toll,
yet there are treasures to behold,
giving nourishment to the soul.

The dew upon the morning grass,
cleanses yesterday’s grime and dirt,
with the realization that nothing last,
the peacefulness will ease the hurt.


Samuel E. Stone, Copyright© 2006, All Audiences