Looking out from my bedroom window,
Watching the rising Sun glisten and glow.
Another beautiful given day is dawning,
Oh! to hear the Ancient Forest calling.

Across the meadow; the kissing gate I view,
Meadow filled with flowers of every hue,
More beautiful covered in the kiss of dew,
Through the kissing; to adventures new.

Dappled light dancing in the breeze,
The Suns rays dancing through the trees.
Beyond the kissing gate; a new path I take,
Guiding me to chance upon an old lake.

Bulrushes, Reeds; Weeping Willow Trees,
Gently swaying in the morning breeze.
Squirrels chasing Squirrels through the trees,
Grey Heron fishing in the swaying Reeds.

"For all my years" still a wondrous sight!
From a Reed-Bed "The Grey Heron rising in flight"
Effortlessly gliding into the morning light.
"The Grey Heron" so majestic in flight.

By Jim Noond.