Ever-changing colours dance
Across the stage beyond
The rolling hills, the line of trees;
All nature does respond.

The sun is greeting this new day
'Tis peeking out to see
Why sudden rustling of the leaves
Appends tranquility.

Waking up across the land
Each bird and beast and man
Steps on this threshold bright and new
According to His plan.

Man decides what he's to do
But not the bird and beast;
Their food is simply what they find,
But man thinks he must feast.

©--Doreen (Adams) Ellis

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