What A Story!

This gentle breeze puts me at ease.
Envision, if you will;
Stars, each with spark, lake in a park,
and trees aside the hill.

As if in trance, the leaves still dance
attached to tiny twigs.
From up atop, the acorns drop.
Nearby a squirrel digs.
A dancing willow bending low
has kissed the water's face.
Then drake I find, with hen behind,
and ducklings in a race.

But 5AM, a flower stem
is bent under great weight.
It's gravity's audacity!
It hampers it from straight!
OR should we know, (as stories go),
for every one, two sides?
So could it be that we can't see
the weight the bloom provides?

Is there some fault that bloom exalt
the beauty it bestows?
And fragrance too, what would it do
without the tempting nose?
Or would it hurt to blame the dirt...
or bees?  There's much to tell.
And could we blame, that moisture came
and watered it too well?

Does blame turn in... to angry sin?
Does sin drive us to hate?
Are we not taught that evil thought
will burden us with weight?
As dawning breaks, our dark mistakes
have brought us to this time.
But don't dismay, God has a way.
It's not an uphill climb.

There's so much blame that we could claim,
but sunrise here is near.
When sunlight peeks, our Father speaks,
and burdens disappear.
When it's of God, it isn't odd
that nature's love forgives.
Here by the lake, there's no mistake
that His creation lives.

Can we still claim that we're the same
as nature?  Do we live?
I think instead, that we are dead
when we do not forgive.
There's no debate with stem now straight
and flower standing tall.
What a story of God's glory!
He loves us, one and all!

This gentle breeze puts me at ease.
Envision, if you will;
Stars, each with spark, lake in a park,
and trees aside the hill.

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