So begins the  summer's morn
Dewdrops cling to a rose's thorn.
cricket's chirp in peaceful 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 mind and soul again
The purple mantle of the dawn
Awakens another perfect morn