In the coolness of the dawning,

As the stars fade in the sky,

I love to watch the change take place

As soft clouds go floating by.

A new day is appearing,

There before my eyes,

Soft white clouds are turning red

And changing shape and size.

The birds are out and darting

As they glide from tree to tree;

They are performing an exhibition

For just me alone to see.

I stand there in awe and silence;

My heart is filled with gratitude

For having had this precious moment

To enjoy this wondrous interlude.

Sunday March 5, 2006