Who could give the wonders of Earth and sky,
Ask me anything
there's someone greater than you or I.
When you walk through the woods and the birches nod,
please meet a friend of mine, named God.
how the burly men at the shooting range seem so scary with their big guns and bushy beards. Then, when you hear them talking to the dogs at the range saying, “Come ‘ere buddy. Want some water Midas?” they seem like loving fathers and that scariness just vanishes.