silver and gold trees
and cold mountains
God gazed..
at the stream swollen gray
God watched..
quaking willow leaves
God searched..
tall marshland grasses
splaying in the wind
Gathering flowers,
dried wheats and weeds,
a woman cleared her way
– the path to her home –
with the bountiful
God saw her...
In awe,
God saw her
among the gold and the green
~Lynn Johnson