Listen,
Can you see, or hear, or imagine?
The majestic morn ,
As sunshine streams across ,
And every creature ,
Sounds present .

The sparrow flits through,
In search of the tasty morsel.
Parrots screech away…… I am hungry.
Crows caw lazily….before their day begins .

I also hear the sweep of a broom,
Does not persistence pay..
Imagine the day when the sweeper
Is away.

The sun rises ,
more seriously.
People plan their day
Pray , can we forget the
Beauty of creation?
In the midst of making ends meet?