Praise Song

I praise the West Wind that blows down off the mountain

Whipping up waves and currents

On our back yard lake.

I praise the Sun as he reflects and shimmers

Bright diamonds moving across the water.

I praise the weeping willow as she

Waves her hair wildly in the wind

While the perfume scents of the blooming trees     

And flowers waft our way.

I praise the Seasons – turning on the wheel of time –

Each becoming more precious the longer I walk

This earthly journey.

Though darkness gathers and day draws to a close,

I Thank the Sun setting in all his revelry and

Bless the promise of another sunrise yet to come.

© Diane Harner, 2014

Sunset
Photo by NOAA from Wikimedia Commons