As This Nature Child Wades Clear Earthen Streams On her island, precious paradise thrives Trees hang, laden with large delicious fruit Bees with no sting, fill up huge honey hives Nightly stars seen falling, romance they shoot There majestic songbirds sing her to sleep Cool breeze flowing across her soft silk bed Dreams visit with joy and peace truly deep Her guarding angels flying overhead. Every dawn perfect weather brings sunshine Gentle waves wash upon shore, sand and beach She strolling, finding her life well and fine All her treasures found within easy reach. Paradise, exists in her hopeful dreams. As this Nature child wades clear earthen streams. R. J. Lindley August 10th, 1992 ( From my private journal)