New day dawning by the Creator’s grace,

The sun rising slowly with crimson face,

The dewdrops on the grass shining like pearls,

Bud, which into beautiful rose unfurls.

Raindrops gently falling into a lake,

Nature at its best, fresh and wide-awake,

Dragonflies criss-crossing over a pond,

Wheat in the meadows turning honey-blond.

Snow on mountain peaks, snowflake on your nose,

Fresh air, sunshine, to heaven feeling close,

Watching the birds fly above the treetops,

Receding snow line and budding snowdrops.

Waves of the ocean breaking on the shore,

Footprints on a rock of a Brontosaur,

Green grass, colourful flowers in full bloom,

The vibrant colours of a peacock’s plume.

Tall trees with their heads swaying in the breeze,

The flowers attracting the honeybees,

A light breeze gently brushing through your hair,

Sweet enticing words, spoken in whisper.

Mellow sound of vesper as church-bells ring,

The voices of angels as children sing,

Harmony of heaven embracing Earth,

The cry of baby as mother gives birth.

Friendship, camaraderie and a gentle kiss,

A much treasured moment to reminisce,

A perfect sunset, leaves that turned rusty…

…N’ love that does not trap you, but sets you free…

© P. J. Oszmann (2002.  Revised 2005)

© Illustration created in Photoshop (2005)

Footnote:

My apologies, at the time of posting – as usual – I was in a hurry and inadvertently posted an earlier version. This version is a repost a day after the original posting.