Bare feet touch
Warm concrete
In prayer
Toes wigggle in
Blades of grass
In Praise
Dirt stained fingers
In gratitude of
Moist soil and
A worm or two
Eyes squinting from
Radiant glow of sun
Blinking in heavenly rays
Well tuned ears
Awaiting the sounds
Of nature from earth
To sky
A thankful heart
With a joyful voice
Sings a Joyous song
To you oh
Heavenly Father