Where Sunshine Hits the Tulips

I wonder if you've ever looked

upon an open field

and cast a weary traveler's eye

as I have?

Did you ever take the time to think

of what it is you'd see

before the earth and mountains blend

and sky have?

Where sunshine hits the tulips

a fragile web is spun

a ladybug is tangled

and one more life is done,

It never makes the paper

but upon his merry way

a plump and happy spider

thanks God for such a day.

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