Poem

I look out, resigned

       to the gray light of dawn,

when the garment of night

         has just been shorn,

As the twittering sparrows

           come out to greet

the presence of Nature,

             subliminal, sweet!.

The cool summer air,

               as fresh as can be

helps ease my tension,

                 my soul set free.

The breath of Creation

                   is felt all around;

the choicest of harmonies

                     sound and resound

In the depth of my being,

                      as I welcome the morn

and another new day

                        so pleasantly born!