As I sit by the frog pond to meditate and pray,
A dog barks from somewhere far away.
The distant timber line stands tall and proud,
A protective fortress, a woodland shroud.
Tree tops filled with feathered delight,
Announcing a new day, from the still of the night.
A multitude of birds, each with their own song.
Singing peace, the whole day long.
A nearby tree reflected in the aqua mirror...
I thank God for the calming peace I feel here.
The water on the pond, so still and serene,
Framed by dew covered grass, so soft and green.
A bull frog croaks his morning song,
At the little frog pond...where nothing is wrong.
The water bugs dance to the frog's serenade.
All is at peace in the frog pond parade.
Playful fish create ripples that go round and round,
Silent and gentle, without making a sound.
Above the water, dragonflies dance to and fro,
With no worries and no place to go.
Cattails and wildflowers awaiting their winter's rest.
To awaken next Spring in their splendid best.
The little frog pond, a simplistic delight,
I find refreshing peace, in God's creative might.
Here, I find renewed hope for today,
As I listen to God, and thankfully pray.
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