As I look out from my window, <br />I see sliding down the pane, <br />Little moisture beads of water, <br />From a morning rain. <br /> <br />The grass is bright and shiny, <br />Leaves glisten on the trees, <br />Branches are softly dancing, <br />In a gentle blowing breeze. <br /> <br />Springtime birds are singing, <br />As the day is dawning new, <br />The clouds are separating, <br />And the sun is peeking through. <br /> <br />Shadows dance across the yard, <br />From branches as they sway, <br />And dogs bark from a distance, <br />When squirrels come out to play. <br /> <br />Gods' hand is in the making, <br />Of this day I have no doubt, <br />As I glimpse a new day dawning, <br />From my window looking out. <br /> <br />By <br />Richard Netherland Cook<br /><br />Richard Netherland Cook<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-new-day-dawning-3/
