I WISH I COULD . . . put my bare feet into a stream of water and be a child again.
I wish I could feel the sun warm upon my back as I walk barefoot down a dusty road in summer.
I wish I could touch the velvety soft moss that grows in the woods, and hear again the crackle of dry leaves under my feet. Heaven is here on Earth in the forests. Nature is the pure, clean sparkling beauty that God gave us to enjoy.
I wish I could . . . hear again . . . the whippoorwill across the hollow on a still, warm night. And the mockingbird that perched on the roof of the house, singing sweetly, when I returned from a date.. . . the sounds of my happy teenage world.
I wish I could see again the morning sun upon the tall, thick yard grass in the spring at Banner Mountain.
My happy memory–the wonder of love in my heart for God, my love for Nature and for the people who love me.