As the wind rumbles over the hills,
And the fresh spring rain falls down
I look out over the hill tops.
I spot the perfect sunset.
It sits on the hills
As if it was intended to be there, for everyone to see.
The rain stops
And clears the gray sky,
Making way for the bright rays of sun
I stand looking at the face of God’s creation
I ponder and reflect on my self.
The sun makes its way slower and slower down past the hills
Soon it turns dark and another day is done.
