Branches bearing only buds
against the morning sky...
not the slightest flinching due
the earliest of sigh...
"How can they be so static in
the chill that creeps along?"
Greater truth than could be told
in poetry or song!
But such would The Creator cause
in pondering this day.
The majesty of morning--
once again upon display.
Do not lose sight of it in light
of all the day contains!
Reveal it to His Majesty
tonight when He explains!
Of a truth, there is a busy day ahead.
There are things to be made, things to be repaired, and lots to be discovered! None of that, however, should discount the revelation of new life...promise of greater...promise of better...come forth this glorious new morning!