What I heard on my hike...

Forest Symphony

I walked the path through a forest green.
Far above the wind played through the trees
Shaking the birches like castanets,
Blowing through the pines
With the low whisper of the bassoon,
And where an old limb lay on the shoulder of an oak
There was the squawk of a violin.
Below the trail the water
Laughed out loud as it leaped and rolled the melody downstream. 
And I sang the notes as the rocks cried out.
Glory to God in the highest.
Glory to God!

Susan R. Lawrence

This is the reason I hike. Where do you hear your call to praise?