The quaint and hilly clouds,
Sweep past the misty dawn…
As the melody of birds- softly loud,
With the daylight fade and drown.
I watch in quiet amazement,
The brewing of a new day…
The gurgle of the dancing river
And the rhythmic rustling of leaves n’ hay.
Then the light from sun and sky
Pour softly on my searching eye
As I begin to pray out loud…
Unheard by all, but sky and cloud.
The day’s begun – symphony over,
Many more on show during my stay,
Ecstatic I return, knowing well (that)
For God’s greatest gifts, we need not pay.