It's All About Books: July 2010

Saturday, July 24, 2010

From: The Faerie Path ~ By Frewin Jones ~

Come, tarry in the rose garden, while the summer lasts
For soon the flowers that bloom in June shall fall to winter's blast
And you must go, and I must stay, a martial music calls
Come, tarry in the rose garden, ere the twilight falls

When people hear "the beauties of nature"
they might think of a waterfall,
full of colors as the sun shines through it,
or a mountain, with snow on it's top.
But when I think of the beauties of nature
I don't just think of a waterfall or a mountain;
I also think of the way the wind blows through the trees,
the rustling sound it makes;
The way the sun shines and makes the flowers grow.
As I look upon these things, big or small,
I thank God for making them.
And I remember that all of what God has made
is the beauties of nature.