One Crystal Morning

.........The warmth of this cold world, peeked above the horizon. Some where, a misguided rooster, forgot to set his alarm clock. This is just a day, like any other. I roll over in bed, Lord, it's chilly. Staggering to the window , I greet the new day. As I slept , .............as I slept this world ,was remade. Through this small portal, I glimpsed the majesty , of his artistry. His hand , had painted every single tree, touched every stone. The sun's rays , reflected a thousand times over no grain left unclothed. Never an artist that was , or will ever be, could recreate this portrait, of this,"One Crystal Morning". With a smile , with all this, some how work , just didn't seem that bad.