I love the sounds of creation in the morning
It's especially noticeable in the spring
The sun shines warmly on my window sill
It's a new sensation, really. A year has passed since the last time...
The last time I looked out the window and noticed the spring I was younger
As I look out to the sky above, a tree catches my eye
I notice birds that weren't there before, bathing playfully in the sun's rays
The tree branches move randomly with the help of a light breeze
A movement the birds know well, they are home again
I notice the flower garden below me
It was recently pruned in preparation for the coming season
But something is different than the day before
New life is pushing through the tough bark of the rose tree, and tiny buds are looking for the warmth of the sun
The breeze rustles new, green leaves reminding me that I am not alone
It's especially noticeable in the spring
The sun shines warmly on my window sill
It's a new sensation, really. A year has passed since the last time...
The last time I looked out the window and noticed the spring I was younger
As I look out to the sky above, a tree catches my eye
I notice birds that weren't there before, bathing playfully in the sun's rays
The tree branches move randomly with the help of a light breeze
A movement the birds know well, they are home again
I notice the flower garden below me
It was recently pruned in preparation for the coming season
But something is different than the day before
New life is pushing through the tough bark of the rose tree, and tiny buds are looking for the warmth of the sun
The breeze rustles new, green leaves reminding me that I am not alone
Thank you God for making this world for me to enjoy!
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