Once lost in the wilderness-- br Overwhelmed by the towering trees... br Confused by the green branches- br But comforted by the breeze; br br All alone in the meadow-- br Where the Larkspur doth grow-- br But i am enchanted in the valley... br 'Neath the moons most heavenly glow; br br I am alive in the Garden... br With my sweet red rose-- br Imbued with all of the colours- br I am inspired to write this prose; br br Gathering up all of Gods nature... br With my quill i shall write... br A journal about needed nurture... br 'Neath Gods most loving sight; br br Entranced under blue skies... br I am warmed by the sweet Sun-- br Caressed by the Butterfly-- br Its to the River of Hope i run; br br Wading in its rippling waters... br While glimpsing the song-bird br Listening to its sweet melody- br Its Golden Psalms clearly heard; br br I am at one with the Earth-- br Alive and at last free... br Touched by all of Gods creations- br With admiration for the Bee; br br Its sting is a reminder-- br That in life there is some pain...! br But we shall survive-still alive...