The Blessings of Summer The summer sky Is brilliant blue, The trees, shades of green, Everything seems new. The air is soft, A gentle breeze. The birds sing their songs, We've been given all of these. But do we see, And do we hear, Do we feel, And hold all dear? Rivers flow across our land, Heading for the sea. Do we stop to wonder Where they start to be? When the rain clears the air As it's washed down from a cloud, Who stops to wonder how, Who gives thanks aloud? Many never miss the wonder, But be concerned for the rest. They must take the time If they shall be so blest. George C. Clements |
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