Sun shining brite, on the mountains below.
Light breaking through, on the new fallen snow.
Valleys and foothills, are impressive to me.
His love shines through the clouds, for all to see.

He worked so hard, six days of the week.
For all to live here, and for him we should seek.
The clouds are all floating, along the horizon.
Mountains are black, against the morning dawn.

Trees are all strung, along the mountain side.
They run from the mountains, up to the ocean tide.
The beauty of the mountains, and trees I can see.
But I also know without him, none of this would be.

And so I ask you, to help save planet earth.
None of this would be possible, if not of Jesus' birth.
The birds of the air, and the creatures on land.
We all would be extinct, if not for Gods hand.

And so I ask you, again I make this plea.
Because Jesus is comming, for you and me.

Who am I? Why am I here?
I walk through the valley, without any fear.
What is my purpose? Why can't I see?
Something is running, running after me.

Am I good or bad? I do not know.
Am I friend? Or am I foe?
Do I belong to Satan? Or does God forgive?
The crimes I've commited, the sins I did?

Have I sold my soul? Yes or no?
Heaven or Hell? I do not know.
I am empty, empty as a shell.
Let the truth be known, I can never tell.

I hear no evil, I am deaf.
First I turn right, then I turn left.
I see no evil, I am blind.
Who's hands are these? Are they kind?
I speak no evil, I have no voice.
I am forgiven, I will rejoice.

North, south, east, and west.
Which of the elements, do I like best?
I ask for peace, and harmony.
In this book, of privacy.

For times of trouble, and of need.
Give me the answers, from what I read.
Charms and potions, here and there.
Which one of these, can I spare.

Knowledge, wisdom, love, and more.
Do I have the ingredients, from the store?
Water, fire, earth, and air.
Which of my powers, do I spare.

You gave me strength, and now I'm strong.
I will not hurt you, or do you wrong.
I thank the gods, with blessed be.
And end my ritual, in privacy.

Rain drops are falling, on this chilly autumn day.

The trees are green, but the skies are grey.

Leaves cover, the saturated ground.

While the rain is making, a beautiful sound.

My pets are depressed, and so they sleep.

They all hate the rain, but the sun they will keep.

We have a glowing fire, that keeps us warm inside.

But come the winter time, it's here we will hide.

My laptop lay before me, as I type away this poem.

Relaxing by the fire, there's no place like home.