True delight is looking out to see multihued wildflowers blossom in the spring,
And hearing small songbirds, perched upon branches of trees, as they sing.
True delight is watching myriad raindrops infuse rivers before winding to the sea,
And innumerable distant stars in the nighttime sky twinkle ever so brightly.

True delight is watching the dazzling sun gradually ascend to start another day,
And tiny seeds pierce moist, brown earth to grow into flowers, brightening the way.
True delight is hearing the crunching sound of autumn leaves beneath your feet,
And seeing a fragile orange butterfly’s ballet in midair over stalks of golden wheat.

True delight is rejoicing in a springtime day, boasting cloudless, brilliant skies of blue,
And watching as melting winter snow slowly reveals lush grass, green and new.
True delight is seeing a majestic eagle gracefully lift wings to fly high and soar free,
And a small seedling persist in its relentless stretch for the sky to become a tree.

True delight is scampering barefoot in sand, through a thick froth of the ocean’s waves,
And seeing a languid lake, wearing an erratic crown of white sailboats, on warm days.
True delight is enjoying those things that flourish over every earthly peak, valley and fold,
God’s gifts for everyone, the true delights of life that cannot be bought, bartered or sold.