Few things are more beautiful than morning over the mountain.
The first hint of the spectacular is the clouds,
gray, then pinkish yellow, then golden around the edges,
then an inferno of yellow flame.
Rays of the almost appearing sun shoot into the sky,
spill down into the valley and paint the mountain
side like an artist’s canvas.
It is worth the wait to sit on the cool
grass and become part of the unfolding.
No day should begin with less splendor.
But, then, how could it?
Shining Spirit 
I hope all of your day is splendor in the grass.