How Beautiful Is The World

     On a warm and windy day, Ella was sitting up against an old oak tree when suddenly, the leaves began to rustle above her and a dove landed  into a pile of leaves next to her.

     “That was quit a landing,” he said as he got up, shaked his head and brushed away the leaves with his wings.

Ella grinned, trying not to laugh.  She reached out her hand to stroke the dove on its head.

     “Would you like to hear a story about God’s beautiful world,” he asked.

“Yes,” said Ella.

     The dove extended  his wing, Pointing.

“See the butterflies, the birds soaring amongst the clouds.”

“See the sun as it shines light upon the world.

“How beautiful is the world.”

     “Can you hear the wind whistle through the trees?

“Watch as their leaves dance with the wind.”

     “Can you hear the cricket’s melody, the frogs croaking as they keep up with the beat?”

     “See the ripples in the stream, the fish swimming beneath. Watch as they jump and splash.”

“How beautiful is the world.”

     “Do you want to hear something else,” he asked.

“Yes,” Ella said.

He extended  his wing toward Ella.

“Just as God created this beautiful world, He created you just as beautiful.”