"Here's a little song I wrote ... "
First posted on July 20, 2015
- Keefer Lake, Ontario, Canada -
Just to start your day off right ... click on the title for Bobby McFerrin's Don't Worry, Be Happy
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'Marvel at a Thousand Wonders'
How do you know how a day shall be?
The silence lies heavy as the morning mist,
Broken only by the aria of a distant loon,
The lake laps gently at the pebbled shore.
First a molten sliver morphs to pale disk
That begins its rupture of retreating night
And wends the mist, dispersing it to another sunrise.
The orb brightens low on the eastern shore,
Reflecting its incandescent dance on shimmering waters.
Birdsong erupts anew.
A squirrel begins again its endless, darting forays.
An ungainly moose glides effortlessly through pines
A red fox listens intently for stirring in the underbrush.
A black bear scratches lazily,
Scolded by impertinent whiskey jack.
A turkey vulture draws the eyes upward
To its lazy and effortless circling.
The same lake, another night
And each dawn a first of its kind.
How does such glory not instill the pondering soul
With marvel at a thousand wonders.
C.Hill
August 2020
"Here's a little song I wrote ... "
First posted on July 20, 2015
- Keefer Lake, Ontario, Canada -
Just to start your day off right ... click on the title for Bobby McFerrin's Don't Worry, Be Happy
*************************************
'Marvel at a Thousand Wonders'
How do you know how a day shall be?
The silence lies heavy as the morning mist,
Broken only by the aria of a distant loon,
The lake laps gently at the pebbled shore.
First a molten sliver morphs to pale disk
That begins its rupture of retreating night
And wends the mist, dispersing it to another sunrise.
The orb brightens low on the eastern shore,
Reflecting its incandescent dance on shimmering waters.
Birdsong erupts anew.
A squirrel begins again its endless, darting forays.
An ungainly moose glides effortlessly through pines
A red fox listens intently for stirring in the underbrush.
A black bear scratches lazily,
Scolded by impertinent whiskey jack.
A turkey vulture draws the eyes upward
To its lazy and effortless circling.
The same lake, another night
And each dawn a first of its kind.
How does such glory not instill the pondering soul
With marvel at a thousand wonders.
C.Hill
August 2020