The joy, sweet joy each morning brings
The sun’s awake and nature sings
I hear the sounds each raindrop shouts
While running down the gutter spouts.
The rush of water splashing by
Inspires the rainbows in the sky
Though early morn seems cold and bleak
It has a voice that needs to speak.
We are alive and truly blessed
Awaiting life at God’s behest
With so much more we’ve yet to taste
There’s not one moment left to waste !
Claire V. Bogdanos 