A red gold sun rises in the east,
the valley lights up in amber rays.
The carpet of green glows, iridescent.
Flowers dance in joyous abandon
to the brand new song of the birds.
A whole new day dawns; the veil
of darkness lifts and drifts away.
The message of hope and love is
heard on the flute of the wind; its
voice tries to reach an inert world.
A stillness follows as if in silent ovation
to the grand symphony, a glorious tribute
to the breathtaking, peace giving beauty
of nature, to the Hand that painted the
superb scene on the canvas of the universe.