Pure Delight

Sun and breeze and sky above

Starsongs in the night

Defall in the early hours

Where shadows burn so bright

All creation sings its song

And spreads its wings in flight

Soaring to a higher place

To breing us pure delight.

Moonwind blowing through the trees

Brings snows of winter white

Flowers breaking through in spring

Will reach their fullest height.

Summerís sunsets beckon us

To glory in their sight.

Autumnís colors on disply

Eliver pure delight.

May 8, 2005

Anthony Foster