As begins the  summer's morn
Dewdrops drip from a rose's thorn.
cricket's chirp in silent glow
A linnets fluttering wings below.

A cedar cabin poor and bare
In simple presence standing there.
A lapping lake upon the shore
Calls for nature's  lilt once more

Tranquil peace falls like the rain
Easing my mind and soul again
The purple mantle of the dawn
Awakens another perfect morn.