The dawn breaks with colors, that dance on the streams, And the birds fill the world with their jubilant dreams; With the grass dressed in diamonds, a canvas so true, Every leaf sings in chorus, the morning anew.

For the kiss of the sunlight on the waking land, Is a blessing of nature, a gift of her hand; While the whispers of breezes tell the tales of the trees, And the heart of creation finds peace in the leaves.

• C J Dennis