Seven Wonders of the World...

At my desk again
and my favorite time of the day...
in the stillness of remembering,
in the quiet rise of Dawn,
in the glint of light upon the leaves
as the morning dew sparkles on the lawn

Before the earliest of birds
begins his morning song,
the Rockin' Robin awaits his bath
and the Cardinal will soon be along
to bathe, then lightly dry
spreading his wings in the gentle morning light,
catching the warmth as it arrows down
between the pines,
lighting up the maples
in bright green and shadows
and what would be the matter with you
if you did not find wonder in this scene,
in this vision, another dream?

Sometimes Life is just as simple as it seems;
the sunlight's angle,
the lean of a tree
with, somehow, the magic number seven
finding its way in between...
Seven clouds go circling,
seven hawks gliding on,
seven maples stand
seven tears trickled down
in wonder at the beauty i behold
but will never understand...