Adoration

I adore the rising sun,
blessing the day with light new-won
from space's dark rest, the cooling night
that breathed relief from hot sunlight.

I adore the golden leaves
Blessings shower'd from mighty trees
Sun-tousled glory of autumn's fame,
fertility's final glorious flame.

I adore the shining flow
shot from hands that music know,
delight in sweetness, joy or pain
that shines God's glory back again.