Eternal Optimist
I see golden sunbeams gazing patiently through magnificently stained glass,
pale moonlight peeking quietly upon luxuriously carpeted grass, and clouds that are purposely staged in a vivid blue sky
I hear raindrops that tiptoe gingerly atop welcoming tin roofs,
and water that teasingly caresses smooth polished stone
I smell the intoxicating aroma of magnolia blossoms hugging the air,
and the exotically sweet nectar of fruit playfully lingering in an orchard
I touch majestic oaks that reach to be kissed by the gentle whispering wind,
and flowers that willingly bloom from the earth’s thriving meadows
I sense the spiritual guidance of God’s ever compassionate benevolence,
and accept the gift of being swathe in eternal optimism
