Once lost in the wilderness-- <br />Overwhelmed by the towering trees... <br />Confused by the green branches- <br />But comforted by the breeze; <br /> <br />All alone in the meadow-- <br />Where the Larkspur doth grow-- <br />But i am enchanted in the valley... <br />'Neath the moons most heavenly glow; <br /> <br />I am alive in the Garden... <br />With my sweet red rose-- <br />Imbued with all of the colours- <br />I am inspired to write this prose; <br /> <br />Gathering up all of Gods nature... <br />With my quill i shall write... <br />A journal about needed nurture... <br />'Neath Gods most loving sight; <br /> <br />Entranced under blue skies... <br />I am warmed by the sweet Sun-- <br />Caressed by the Butterfly-- <br />Its to the River of Hope i run; <br /> <br />Wading in its rippling waters... <br />While glimpsing the song-bird <br />Listening to its sweet melody- <br />Its Golden Psalms clearly heard; <br /> <br />I am at one with the Earth-- <br />Alive and at last free... <br />Touched by all of Gods creations- <br />With admiration for the Bee; <br /> <br />Its sting is a reminder-- <br />That in life there is some pain...! <br />But we shall survive-still alive... <br />Eased by the coming of the rain; <br /> <br /> <br />Underneath The Umbrella <br />May 19,2010 <br /> <br />Dedicated to: Emily Dickinson<br /><br />Theodora (Theo) Onken<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gods-call-pain-and-all/