Seen
the little flowers
That
bloom along the way?
Heard
the little birds
That
sing all day?
Felt
the green grass
Soft ‘neath your feet?
Seen
the setting of leaves
On
branches so neat?
Seen
the little bee,
Visiting
flower from flower?
Never
getting tires
Working
hour by hour
Seen
a buffalo?
Look
into her eyes
Its
depth you’ll never know
Nor
what thought in them lies
Try
and trace the bird,
When
from the tree it sings,
Seen
the different colors,
Painted
on its wings?
Seen
the tall palms,
Swaying
in the breeze?
Counted
the branches,
On
the different trees?
Seen
the little plants,
That
grow on a hill side?
Tho’
on a steep slope,
By
faith they do abide
Though
unnoticed
Are
such details, by all
God
sure is meticulous,
In
all things great and small.
~~ Crystal David John
