Nature's Praise

How could my lips be silent

When all Nature around me gives praise,

Fields and flowers, the sunlit sky;

All in their own special ways.

The little brook in the meadow

Relentlessly rushes on,

Skipping and splashing over the stones;

Singing a happy song.

A restless wind stirs the tree tops,

Weeping willows sway in the breeze;

Birds blend their cheerful voices

In the canopy of the trees.

Patches of blue dot the roadsides,

Chicory covets a sunny place;

How beautiful wrought are the petals

Of Queen Anne's delicate lace.

My lips cannot be silent

When I look at Nature's display.

Field and flowers, the little brook,

Offer praise in their own special way.

~ Regina Wiencek