Early Morning Comments

A RiffEarly morning I climbed the mountain tract Stepping over the wet dew earth My eyes ahead, not looking back; The sun a burning orb Lifted its orange lamp The rocks and trees absorbed The airs of liquid damp; I spread my out-stretched arms To the valley that lay before Overwhelmed by Nature’s charm. Feeing somehow assured. Give me this day, my daily bread, And I will step where no foot has tread, Shining smiles on all I meet I sniff the air, the air smells sweet.