SPIRIT

I see you in the gentle breeze,
Blowing 'cross the trees.
I feel you in the morning air,
As Light arrives with ease.
You're there in the afternoon,
With periwinkle eyes...
In midnight luminescence,
Where stars hypnotize!
When the petals open,
And dew falls on the rose-
As lightning flashes brightly,
And mud squishes through toes.
There is congenial feeling,
In EVERTHING you do;
And I am ever Grateful...
For a LOVING God like you!