Early morning sun gleaming through trees
Leaves gently rustling in the light autumn breeze
Conifers lightly swaying seeming to say
Come rejoice with us it’s such a beautiful day.
Small birds winging across the sugar beet
A buzzard stooping to find something to eat
Then lifting my eyes to the small clouds on high
I marvel at the endlessness of an East Anglian sky.
As time moves on and the sun rises higher
My heart is renewed and my burden feels lighter
And I once again give thanks for an eye that sees
Such beauty all around, but especially for trees.
