The Earth

The sun descends as heavenly time shines
In my sleep nature sings for me to keep
Water sways as the bay and the world bind
The waters crash over the rock and seeps
As I stare at the horizon birds cry
I can hear the little birds start to peep
I watch the birds take off in the night sky
I see the shadows of the birds that sleep
Owls come out to play and to soar by
In the pastures a shepherd tends his sheep
When it is time to go inside I sigh
When I sit by my Weeping Willow tree
The Earth is the place where I want to be
By COLBY JOHNSON