Lazy golden sun

in a periwinkle sky

Silhouette of trees

On a gentle road that winds

Breathing in the sights

Breathing once again

Thankful for the sights

On this day’s end

Never ceases to amaze me

the wonder of it all

The Creator of the sky

Is the Creator of the small

He Beckons with the sights

He Beckons with the sounds

Yes, creation speaks

And His glory resounds

Creation breathes

and this thankful heart just pounds

with praise

for the beauty

He has made.