When we look at the mountains or look at the sod,
Oh, how can we help but give credit to God?
The tints of the rainbow, the light on the cloud,
Oh, how can the spirit of mortal be proud?
The song of the bird is as God's voice telling me
To be kind to all men and to deal honestly,
And walk with the traveler on life's rugged road
To cheer him, and help him in lightening his load.
It may be this journey will be his last mile;
Oh, these are the values we'll prize afterwhile.
Photos by husband at Bodega Bay.
Have a peaceful day.