I look out, resigned to the gray light of dawn,

When the garment of night has just been shorn,

As the sparrows chirping, are out to greet

The presence of Nature, subliminal, sweet!

With the cool, summer air, fresh as can be,

Inspiring me, as if setting me free!

The breath of Creation is felt all around,

Nature’s harmonies sound and resound

In the depth of my being, until I, Oh, I

Must welcome the day as time goes by.