School Bus Driver

On many a workday morning, I sit at my kitchen table and watch the BIRDS lite on electric lines, or listen to their sweet chirps from the treetops. I watch the SUN rising over the horizon, and in early Fall, I observe the green FIELDS of harvest slowly yielding their bounty. Left behind after a few weeks of sweat and toil is a sea of brown SOIL prepping for the Spring. I will often feel the earth rumbling beneath my feet from a passing TRAIN rushing her huge and heavy cargo to markets both North and South. It won't be long before I'll witness with joy the MIGRATING BIRDS flying South to survive the cold of Old Man Winter. In my own mind, I am overwhelmed by the sheer commonality of all the above. Indeed, they are all so very faithful in executing their God-given task. Moreover, presently, I am most impressed and find myself musing over the faithfulness of a person behind the wheels of a big yellow bus with bright and flashing lights. She's a SCHOOL BUS DRIVER who with great dedication, passes my home every school-day morning at 7 AM. I tell you; her punctuality inspires me. And her employer should be proud of her.