Living the Joy of a Day

Flowers among flowers and meadows with carpets of green

Our attention is alert to all that’s quiet, beautiful, and serene

The sun blankets Mother Earth with warmth and light

The brilliance that shines around us, pleasing to our sight

Birds of the air flit and fly with their freedom about the sky

But, all of nature knows the day must end as sinking sun seems to die

Let us, as the day descends into night, enjoy the peace that fills our heart

And when the peeking sun begins to rise again, thank God for a new morning start

Like the day before, this new day is ours to enjoy, and no, it’s not a dream

                                                                                                                                             Woody Dewberry

May 25, 2007

I was inspired to write this poem after a recent trip, among many trips since 1960, to the Great Smoky Mountains National Park in East Tennessee.