In The Quiet Wanderings

It is in the quiet wanderings
where I find peace;
when the world around is hushed,
and only whispers fill the air.

I watch in wonderment
at the beauty of this world;
listening to trills of glory
carried on a warm summer’s breeze.

The sun watches all,
shining rays of light
to brighten even the dullest days,
while the moon steadily looks on.

The wind whispers her secrets,
carried for a thousand years;
never discarding, not even a one,
collecting more, like seashells in the sand.

I, the bystander
can only watch;
giving thanks and praise
to the creator of it all.

© Leslie C Dobson

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