Wise guys!
The joy that comes from knowing,
That all the seed you’re sowing,
Will blossom in another spring,
Sow happiness or sin,
All accrue to you, the riches that you sew,
Be they poverty or gold to you,
Blossom bloom and bring forth more,
Some you hate and some adore,
Thank the lord for freedoms gift,
Your mind and thoughts can shift,
To sow, and weed, you’re soul will feed,
A valued harvest is replete,
Thank the lord for all the tools,
Of princes and of fools,
Some use them wisely, others not,
To use them proper, copy God,
Look around and see his reign,
From that you’ll wisdom gain,
Every bird and bee,
A stalk of grass or tree,
Not do destroy, his wisdom find,
For in the end, you’re blind,
He gave you all you need,
Including your own seed,
Content within his mystery,
He shares his knowing free,
Once in his garden you did roam,
But wanted be a gnome,
Now that you’re cute and small,
Full knowing you did stall,
Unless you will agree,
It’s all a mystery.
"A stalk of grass or tree,
Every bird and bee",
Or close as every shining star.
Blessings to you, my friend
Walt
Be always safe,
Karen
Georg
From that you’ll wisdom gain,
Every bird and bee,
A stalk of grass or tree
I'm gonna go do that right now, with my dogs - sometimes I truly believe they are much wiser than we humans - they always revel in God's precious free gifts.