The birds clean out the feeder <br />on a cold winter day; <br />squirrels and jays, all my furry and feathered friends <br />get their fill, once again. <br />Do they appreciate the daily free meal? <br />Offered with grace, and no need to steal. <br />I do not know... nor care; <br />for tis I who appreciate them, and what they share, <br />all their beauty and song, that freely they bring to me, <br />on these gray days when the sun refuses to shine, <br />and the earth hides it's smile behind cold cloudy lines. <br /> <br />Who truly appreciates the wonderous works of God? <br />other than small children <br />animals and birds, <br />trees and grasses <br />and some old poets broken down words; <br />perhaps just a few reflective adults <br />who embrace natures peace and joy <br />found in simple sticks and stones; <br />those superlative souls who do their best to see, <br />not with eyes alone. <br /> <br />Against all odds <br />birds do sing, and <br />hearts do see, <br />beauty and grace <br />truly are forever, <br />and free.<br /><br />Smoky Hoss<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/appreciations/
