A New Day

As the morning sun peeps
Over the mountain,
Heralding a new day,
The shadows of the night
Seem to slowly fade away.

I pause to reflect on the new dawn,
As I look around the lake,
And wonder what this new day
Will hold for me.

A breeze begins to blow
Softly across the lake,
Causing small ripples
On the water.

The colors of the sky
Are reflected in the water;
Beautiful soft pinks and blues,
Pale yellows and reds.

I can't help but look, in awe,
At all the beauty that
The Lord God, Creator,
Of this world has made.

Copyright 2003 by Myra Wood
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