Made With Love
by Belinda van Rensburghttps://belindaspoetry.com
Running through the meadow
Wind blowing through my hair;
Flowers growing wild and free -
The sky is blue; the weather's fair.
I stop awhile beside a brook
And sit down on the sweet green grass;
Birds are everywhere I look;
The gurgling water clear as glass.
In the distance is a hill
The sun smiles up above;
I close my eyes and drink my fill
Of that which God has made with love.
