A Green Prayer
Thank you ..... For The Green Wet Grass That Tickles The Toes
And Trees So Large, That You Can't Hug
That Laugh, As They Touch The Sky
The Song Of The Meadow Lark
Or The Cooing Of A Dove
The Call Of A Cardinal, Do Come Explore
The Babel Of A Brook, Ri bit Of A Frog
The Touch Of A Butterfly That Rests Upon Your Hand
Or A Gentle Breeze That Whispers In Your Ear
But Nothing Can Compare To A New-born Babies Breath
That Gently Caresses The Senses ..... Reminding Us
I Am New Here, My Journey Has Just Begun
Please Leave Something Green For Me
And Trees So Large, That You Can't Hug
That Laugh, As They Touch The Sky
The Song Of The Meadow Lark
Or The Cooing Of A Dove
The Call Of A Cardinal, Do Come Explore
The Babel Of A Brook, Ri bit Of A Frog
The Touch Of A Butterfly That Rests Upon Your Hand
Or A Gentle Breeze That Whispers In Your Ear
But Nothing Can Compare To A New-born Babies Breath
That Gently Caresses The Senses ..... Reminding Us
I Am New Here, My Journey Has Just Begun
Please Leave Something Green For Me
© Harvey Kirsch 2004
