I wonder why the geese fly high;
Creating patterns in the sky?
A group enraptured in a dance.
The stunning art of Providence.
I wonder why the trees are tall?
Standing close,we all feel small.
The branches shiver in the breeze.
Ballet of winter,dancing trees
I wonder why the sun curves round
An arc I see here from the ground
The sun gives light which softly shines
An Arche de Triomphe for the pines.
I watched the robins as they fed
On our crumbs of seeded bread?
Such sweet songs of love abound!
Life goes round and round and round.