Walkabout

The early morning rising of the sun comes quiet and stealth like high up in the tree tops. Long before the dawn, birds sing out welcoming, greeting the new day. Creatures great and small awake to participate in the thriving life of the garden, filled with lush flowers perfuming the air. Suddenly blinding, the sun appears high in the powdered sky, brilliant burning hot. A sultry May walk about along the garden edge mystifies and awes the eye, blessing the morning with unimaginable blossoms of color and fragrances. Content, marveling at the revelation of bounteous growth, I pause. Breathing deeply in, I take it all in with its hopes and dreams and promise of life and its splendor and magnificence I am filled with gratitude that I am caretaker to this miraculous gift of God.