Ir you could see

The things I saw in the early morning

If you could see with my eyes
What I saw in the cool night skies
A glittering starry carpet
Not seen by city eyes
A wide expanse of heaven
With secrets and surprise
The secrets of eternity
Are plain before your eyes

Translucent mists come drifting by
In the quiet morning air
A thin mist creeping finger
Threads down the valley there
The finger thickens quickly
And down the valley flows
Like slowly flowing honey
The mists they come and go

The burnished bronze of first sunlight
Crowning the mountain top
The jewel bespangled spider webs
Heaven shining in every drop
The vapor mist on the river
It ripples, gurgles, pops
It splashes in contentment
While spilling over rocks

The birdsong in the morning
The valley overflows
A thousand chirping voices
Call. “leave your nights repose”
The shadows on the hillside
Retreat before the sun
And wild dogs howl a last farewell
From last nights hunting run

A lazy coil of smoke escapes
The remnant funeral pyre
The remaining glowing embers
Of last nights roaring fire
We load it up with wood again
The fire starts to flame
To ready it for breakfast
To revive us once again

The sizzle of the bacon
And egg with yellow top
The onion rings and mushrooms
The fried bread with the lot
The cup of pungent coffee
You feel it going down
And all of this in heaven
A hundred miles from town

Sometimes it’s dark and gloomy
With storm clouds over head
They’re lowering and threatening
A rain curtain is spread
And we can only walk on
With face towards the rain
The curtain soon engulfs us
With solid pouring rain.

But soon the shower passes
And sunshine once again
It sparkles in the grasses
On spider webs a skein
Of jewels hanging in a row
A blessing from the rain
And vapour rises from a fence
Recycled once again

And early every morning
God paints the scene anew
A wild prolific painter
His palette is the dew
He splashes it with sunlight
To show its varied hue
But who among us value it
Alas I fear too few

Alas I must not go on
I fear that I must stop
For this is but a flavour
Of natures retail shop
For she has much to offer
To those who pay the bill
Who stop and take the time to see
Our God creating still