I enjoy light as it streams
through the trees.
I stand when I can,  in the light
as it streams
through the trees.
Spider webs turn, jewel
like, high up in the branches
They have their own dance
to even the slightest breeze!

There is something about the warmth
in the light,
I stand in, as it streams
through the trees.
The boughs wave not to me,
like I would like to think,
but in praise to their Creator.
The wind is their conductor.

I am comforted in His Presence
by the warmth
in the light as it streams,
through the trees.
My hands come together,
open as my ladle, to hold all
the joy, the warmth I experience,
in that moment as it streams.
through the trees,

I find more than peace,
there is fresh life,
in His presence,
from the warmth,
of the light,
as it streams,
through the trees.

Dip your ladle into the
coolness of the shade,
from your place in the light.
There is fresh life
in the light,
as it streams,
through the trees.

Take and share, with others,
leave behind, what you don't need,
go on child...it is there,
through the trees.