Pleasures Poem by Robert Edgar Burns

Butterflies, rainbows, birds and sun.
Admired by most and I am sure one.
The poets pen brushes strokes of a kind,
That are so appealing to the eyes of our mind.

Then mountains and valleys
And trees swaying in wind.
These are some pleasures
Of the world we live in.

Then creatures so tiny
Or huge like giraffes.
Some make us run,
And some make us laugh.

Humans are blessed that
God gave them to us.
But His greatest creation
Were our hearts that can love.