Gifts

By Ruth R. Harmon

A robin’s nest in a budding tree,

A chirping cricket, a droning bee—

A flower pushing through rain-soaked ground,

Ducks on a pond, ants in a mound—

Gulls circling in a cloudy sky,

Fish in a stream, waves breaking high—

A squirrel’s home in a hollow log,

A bright butterfly, a leaping frog—

The sounds I hear and sights I see

Are gifts that God has given me.