Not far up a hill

Nature’s joys spill. . . .

Not far up the road

God’s secrets unfold. . . .

A quite place of wonde

Lies waiting just yonder . . .

Where cares of life are left aside

And Earth’s blanket is your guide,

Where a spider spins a web for his home,

High from where the wild animals roam,

Where a tarantula moves lightly across the land

Proclaiming life to be just grand,

Where you can take off your shoes and socks

And walk across the moss-covered rocks,

Where mushrooms grow everywhere on the ground

And life freely does abound,

Where the ripping waters of a pond

Seem to set in your heart a song.

Day and night you’d like to stay

To act a part in Nature’s Play. . . .

But soon, the hill you must go back down,

Leaving behind the beauty there you’ve found. . . .

The tracks you leave behind

Will forever remain in your mind . . .

And you’ll be sure to return to this place

Where God through Nature’s Play has shown you His face.