The beauty of the world

Spring, and the birds are singing in the trees above me, their music echoing the joy within my heart as I walk beneath a canopy of leaves and sky. Time stands still; and the breezes dance around me as I move along the path which stretches far before me. The path goes on and I follow, never doubting that each step is the one I should be taking. The beauty of the world is all around me, and I pause to savor it as this moment lasts much longer than a moment should. How much God has given to me, and how little I have to give in return! But it is the very gift that He wants. So, like a child with earth-stained hands, I run to lay the flowers of my gratefulness at His feet.