That a Day Should Thus Begin

from my book The Lone Knight of Kemsing

The stirring of the wind,
Whispering through the trees,
And flowing through the grasses,
On the meadow like the seas

The early morning calling,
Of the birds as they take flight,
And the lingering of the moon,
Into morning after night

To sit on such a morning,
To see and breath it in,
For this gift I thank you Lord,
That a day should thus begin