Friday, July 14, 2017

Earth Song




I love to think of nature 
as an unlimited broadcasting station 
through which God speaks to us every hour 
if we will only
 tune in. 
George Washington Carver





Earth Song
By Elece Hollis

Every flower a trumpet,
Each blade of grass a quivering string;
Everywhere we turn we hear the earth
Raise instruments a song to bring.


There's music in the meadow,
There's rhythm beating in the trees;
Over all the wind elects to play
A melody upon the breeze. 



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