The breeze floated softly along the dew coated grass,
While the sun crept aloft to the cock's crowing brass.
The whippoorwill's nightly song was gently fading fast,
Giving way to the lark's medley, morning had come at last.
Butterflies awoke all aflutter, cresting flowers with their majestic wings,
The crickets with all but a slight utter, having no want for daytime things.
The brook gurgled with soft tones as if it itself were alive,
Rushing over sand and stone to greet the new sunrise.
So now I sit quietly while the night is torn away,
And I thank God for giving so generously,
The beauty of another day.


James M. Williams 2001