A small breeze rustled the leaves of the grandfather trees planted firmly in the soil. I closed my eyes and just listened, I listened to the birds carring on a conversation about the latest news in the forest. I listened to the chipmunks scurrying about the dry leaves buisily looking for nuts to store up for the barren days of winter. I listened to the forest and I knew all was well in the forest on that fall day.
I so connect with this poem! One of my favorite fall activities is to go to my favorite park at Profile Falls and sit still at a picnic table until the animals forget I’m there. Then I listen to the river, the birds, and the plunking acorns in this beautiful musical combination and give praises to the awesome Creator!