All That I See.

The innocence of that which greets my eyes
From swirling willow led a merry dance by summer's breeze
To Swallow's resting weary wings on thermals lofty rise
The sky a deepest blue the sun so high that scarce a shadow falls
And distant cry of sheep that haunt the valley's twisting spine
God's would bow their heads to all that here transpires
A sweet calm to quench the thirst of nature's finest hour.
I have grown with all that lies before me, deeper and richer,
And with that richness comes a wealth that few will ever know.