MORNING ON A HILL

              I look up at a nearby hill

              And see the swaying trees

              I seem to hear the bubbling rills

              And murmuring of the bees,

              

              I dash across the fields

             And climb the grassy slope

             The leaves sigh a gentle welcome

              From yonder coconut grove

             I sit on a jutting boulder

             While the cool breeze fans my face;

             I see the blue sea hug the shore

             In a close eternal embrace.

             I head the oriole's love call

             From a nearby bamboo clump

             I smell the wild lilies

             As thirsty bees tip their cups.

             I know I'm loath to leave

             This peace, this calm, this beauty

             And ere I retrace my way

             I pause and thank the almighty