View of the magnificent sunrise from the bus stop where I catch my bus in the morning.

My eyes are opened to see the beauty in Your creation.
Birds that chirp the morning song, or that slim ray of sunlight which streams through the blinds.
The rolling hills, one terrain hiding behind the other's shadow,
Shy,
Hiding behind the morning mist. 
Bursting brightness, casting a silhouette of the tall strong tree which battled the strong winds the night before.
I watch Magnolias go past me on the bus.
Little green shoots budding from well-rested winter branches.
Ah! The smell of spring in the air.
And the summer to come.

Thank you Lord! Good morning world!