the grey sky turning golden
fishermen arriving with fish on their nets
the baby asleep in the cradle
mother sweeping the leaves
under the trees
children washing their feet and faces
boat sliding on the clear water of the lake
the buds unfolding
mongo seeds sprouting
ducks on the river
geese in the air
praise be God for this
beautiful morning.
RIC S. BASTASA
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/praise-be-god-in-the-beautiful-morning/
