The Palms Are Singing
Birds of a feather flocking together.
Birds of all nations building nest while sharing rations.
I see those that are wise and strong watching over sucklings that call.
Beckoning for protection and food.
Not to be harmed or to fall.
I see their wings spread out in flight surfing the air waves above.
They swoop down on streams of water, slow in rhythm, drifting below.
I see scattering of small congregations on the busy beach shore.
Never intimidated by bullying cranes who are bigger in stature and claiming more.
I hear singing in those palms like I have never heard before.
Praise God for his dominion.
Directing Nature.
Of all creatures big and small.
AMEN
Birds of all nations building nest while sharing rations.
I see those that are wise and strong watching over sucklings that call.
Beckoning for protection and food.
Not to be harmed or to fall.
I see their wings spread out in flight surfing the air waves above.
They swoop down on streams of water, slow in rhythm, drifting below.
I see scattering of small congregations on the busy beach shore.
Never intimidated by bullying cranes who are bigger in stature and claiming more.
I hear singing in those palms like I have never heard before.
Praise God for his dominion.
Directing Nature.
Of all creatures big and small.
AMEN
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