Towering mountains rise behind rolling hills,
Guarding valleys below.
Water springs from the rocks and rills,
Sharing with thirsty fields of grain.
Yonder fences hold herds of sheep and cattle,
Munching on grassy hillsides.
As I stand amidst this beauty,
My eyes on all this gazes.
My heart sings a melody of praises
To the God who made them all.
Copyright 2011, Kathryn D. Search
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