It is the greatest human leisure
To lie at peace in balmy weather
And watch the sculptured clouds on high
Give birth to forms that morph and die;
To dream sweet dreams that can’t be seen
Like furtive shadows on a screen,
While gentle zephyrs at their play
Cause jaunty flowers to bend and sway
Sweet songs tweet twitter in the trees
Punctuated by sounds of bees…
A jet black crow streaks by on high
Upon some mission, do or die;
Soft cotton lambs o’er brimmed with life
Purged pure of every worried strife
And by the fence a new dropped foal
On wobbled legs goes for a stroll.
A nearby stream soft babbles on
And will yet still when day is gone,
And then the light, ten thousand stars!
Silver Venus and ruby Mars!
A rising moon’s soft yellow glow
Now fawns upon the evening show,
As cricket choruses rises to sing
Wise owls to hail the songs they bring;
Bright fireflies now dance with light
Bejeweling purple curtained night
No greater thrill since time began—
A world at peace within His hand.
© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.
Loubert S Suddaby poems 