THE BOAT RIDE

The shoreline hemmed with leaving trees, Waves rippled silently,
Our boat rocked gently on the lake, The undertow moved free.
I felt a power of calm and strength, As ripples formed a wake,
Watched the ducks that bobbed along, A shoreline path to take.
Verdant hills looked from the shore, Inviting food and rest.
Did my wake influence those ducks, And where they'd build their nest
Does intuition guide us all, To blend with nature's plan,
Reflecting with the mood of spring, And send these thoughts to man?

As nature shares her gifts of food, Renewing them each year,
The beauty of her works of art, Ours to see and hear,
A living gallery of art, That needs no frame or wall,
Inspiring, sharing season's gifts, Winter, Spring and fall.
No paint or brushes does she need, No man made gallery,
Her easel growing from our Earth, With sun and rain, her key.
An energy that blesses all, Continues through all time,
IF we cease polluting ways, Earth home is yours and mine.

That's when actions make good marks, Upon God's perfect art,
In silent listening, we can hear, Each one plays a part.
Heartspeak, it could be labelled, That always carries on,
Restore to Earth her pristine art, Is nature's warning song.
Performance Art - from everyone, Sounds come from far and near,
A global village tuning with, The music of the spheres.
As we join with Earth's Orchestra, Each child, woman, and man,
Together could bring Peace on Earth, Creator's perfect plan.

Creator offers thoughts each day, Suggesting paths to take,
Our choices, disciplines and acts, Influence those in our wake.
When we toss a stone or even trash, Into Earth's pristine waters,
It influences every living thing, Earth's future sons and daughters.
Ripples gentle, or giant waves, Can bless or devastate,
Depending on our choices made, The wake that we create.
Suzie-Q