Emerald moss gently hugging slender branches
as they arch up to the misty moon
while no one glances.
Lest they see a dewdrop form
before the warm sun rises
on the early morn
When beast and sparrow
sing their welcome
on the morrow.
Oh! The rosy glow of the sun
kisses the tree tops
as it breaks over glorious mountains.
My heart swells
at the beauty
of God’s creation.
