When troubles consume me
and worries abound, I go
to the deep woods where
peace can be found.
Creatures toil little in
their wild wooded home,
they feed when hungry
in the garden all own.
Birds pull up worms,
squirrels locate a nut,
foxes feast on moles,
rabbits forage the loam.
Wild soil and fresh air
contain all nature needs,
while rains bring water
to sustain every seed.
Amid the tall trees that
stand somber in sleep,
wildlife watches, waits,
neither toils nor reaps.
I learn to shed tears, learn
God's care for me seeing
provision for the wild, for
plantrs, birds and streams.
published in Lonestar Magazine
first published in LONE STARS
©2019 Bonnie Manion