The sun rose over the eastern treetops <br />As the day begin to break. <br /> <br />I heard how melodious the birds sang <br />As I put the coffee on. <br /> <br />I saw the newly fallen dew <br />Upon every blade of grass. <br /> <br />And then I saw how blessed I was <br />Just to see that I am there.<br /><br />Cecelia Weir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/just-a-simple-picture/
