Crimson bottlebrush with branches bowed
Wild bees drink nectar, as pollen they load
What wonders they are for a heart to behold
As they hum to their hive to deliver their gold
The bottlebrush sways as the breeze swirls above
In my Garden of Eden by God’s given love
Oh, wasted years that I took for granted
Seeing, but blind to what nature has planted
So take a look with renewed appreciation
At all of the marvels of God’s creation
Wildflowers that grow by the side of the road
And the crimson bottlebrush with branches bowed
I have noticed that I don't see certain things like I used to; but that has to be because I have not looked with the same eyes that I once had; those things are still there, but I have not been there with them. Thanks, David. I think I will look more carefully around, and re-discover the simple beauties of living.
John
A big fan,
Anna
Much peace, love and healing light,
Amber
I love the peace & serenity of nature
and all the critters...even the coyotes yapping
Your words perfume in "The crimson bottlebrush"
Blossoms Perfume
Vickie
Both the message and the feel of the b's as you choose your words and sounds!
Joy,
Christine