Twinkling stars amongst the trees,
Or is it the burning bush?
Floating lights blinking on the breeze,
Take off your sandals-hush!
On plays the silvan symphony,
Crickets, frogs, and birds,
Communing here the Lord and me,
Without the need for words.
Perfumes of magnolias fill my nose,
As the woods dance to light and song in sync,
My fears in shadows shrink,
Love flickers as each note of creation flows.
