What awesome wonder fills my sight.
Bathed in the glow of morning’s first light.
Trees catch fire in Sun’s effulgent rays,
No adequate speech sufficient for praise.
Lambent shimmers of gossamer light,
Stream down like tails of a child’s kite.
To play on reflections in the looking glass,
Forest scape echoes its dreamy mass.
Through mossy thicket and over ridge,
Skipping gleefully across a whimsical bridge.
Nature paints resplendence, this masterpiece,
A wondrous dream, let never cease.