In the quiet stillness
of the early morn stand I,
spellbound by the
sight before me.

Pine-clad peaks
encompass me,
the rosy fingers of Aurora
on the brow of
the mountains.

Nothing disturbs my reverie.
All nature murmurs
Your name,
and my heart
leaps up for joy.

The birds are a-chirp
with song.
The stream gurgles
with delight.
The cool wind
enfolds me
in her embrace.
I am awash
in Your glory.

It is the wind
that reminds
me most of You.  
You caress my face
as you speak of love,
Your gentle hand
mends this
broken reed.

I am drawn into
Your heart.
I am lost in You.
I strain to hear the
echoes of Your name
in the pines.