While standing here in sunshine's silver sheen, <br /> I contemplate God's rich creative power: <br /> From lowly plants to stately trees that tower, <br /> And point the way whence all the glories stream. <br /> Canoes glide o'er the silver lake serene; <br /> Glad birds' song sweetens each enchanted hour; <br /> And round the shores, form every hedge and bower <br /> Contentment, beauty, grandeur reign supreme. <br /> Ah, can it be, that here in paradise, <br /> Amid such symphony of sound and sight, <br /> My languid heart is slow to realize <br /> The full extent - the breadth, the depth, the height <br /> Of nature's bounteous beauty? Touch these eyes, <br /> This heat, that I might savor each delight.<br /><br />Clifford W. Ketchum<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/earth-s-paradise/
