These things from Nature I love best:
A thrush’s creamed and spotted breast;
A Killdeer’s note against the sky;
The quick wing of a butterfly;
The wind across a field of grain;
The sunshine, coming after rain;
A flower blooming all unhailed;
The stars, when other lights have failed;
The zest of fall; the smell of spring;
Soft summer days when hearts shall sing;
The feel of rest in springy sod; —
I love these best, for these are–God.
by Ray Romine Monday, May 21, 1945
