simple pleasures
that are simply wonderful
horses grazing in a pasture
the roar of a swollen creek
a train whistle blows in the distance…
…be at rest, oh my soul, be at rest
a tree shaped like a pregnant woman
the cardinal calls for a mate
a squirrel eats corn on the cob in a tree…
…be at rest, oh my soul, be at rest
freshly mowed grass that’s greener than green
more horses grazing in a pasture
a symphony of praise in my head…
…be at rest, oh my soul, be at rest
a dilapidated barn full of surprises for the curious
dozens of newly-planted trees
songbirds singing their goodbyes…
…be at rest, oh my soul, be at rest
simple pleasures
that are simply wonderful
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