Miranda Alexander

All is quiet, all is still
All is filled with wonder and might,
Life gives pathway to his will
Fair winged creatures take flight,
Golden beams benevolently stare
Upon patches of pale flowers,
Honest heat a glows there
Releasing unearthly powers,
Clothed trees sway
To an unchained song,
In the lucid gleam of day
Not a thing is wrong,
For there are no squander
Up comings any longer