I felt at peace that bright summer day

As I lay in the shade of the big oak tree

Listening to the whispering of the quiet brook

Softly treading it's way to the wide open sea.

With the rustling of the leaves pushed by the soft summer breeze

whispering in my ear,

I watched in delight a delicate, golden winged butterfly

Flitting from Flower to flower in the cool open air

And my heart then opened to the might of the Creator and the

Everlasting beauty of His creations.in display

And felt a touch of Heaven on that soft floor of leaves that bright

Summer day.

Michael Kersting

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-touch-of-heaven-4/