M.J. Moore's Faith & Family

The wind howls through the trees,

Rain drops on the leaves,

A summer storm is on the horizon,

Bringing in the song of thunder and lightening,

It harbors the promise of growth in the crops,

Of raised creeks,

And ripe blackberries on the thorny vines,

Soon after it fades away,

Leaving a sign of hope in the sky,

A bow of bright and beautiful colors,

A promise from God that never falters.

M.J. Moore