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             When You Walk Through The Woods
 

              When you walk through the woods, I want you to see
        The floating gold of a bumblebee,
                Rivers of sunlight and pools of shade,
           Toadstools sleeping in mossy jade.
         A cobweb net with a catch of dew.
      Treetop cones against the blue.
             Dancing flowers, bright green flies,
                      And birds that putrainbows in your eyes.

                 When you walk through the woods, I want you to hear
           A million sounds in your eager ear;
                         The scratch and rattle of wind-tossed trees,
            The rush as a timid chipmunk flees,
                   The cry of a hawk from the distant sky,
                          The ahh`s of leaves as the wind caresses them as it goes by,
                         The brooks that mumble, stones that rings
                            And the birds that teaches our heart to sing.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

                                                  When you walk through the woods,I want you to feel
                                                 That no mere human could make this real,
                                                 Could paint the throb of a butterfly's wing,
                                            Could teach a wood thrush how to sing,
                                                      Could create these wonders of earth and sky;
                                                       There's something greater here than you or I.
                                            When you walk through the woods
                                                and the birches nod,
 
 

                                         Please, meet a friend of mine
                                         The Great Creator or to You
                                    He May be call him GOD