winter morning

As I look out through the window At the still sleeping flowers below The ground still wet from rain And the flowers still closed as if in pain Tiny creatures leave their homes To fight another day among their foes Raindrops fall from an opening flower The rain still clinging to it like a shelter Soft sunlight dries the rose petals one by one Each opening in homage to the sun An in creation of this wonder Mother Nature opens up her arms in splendor To a golden winter morning On which Gods glory is adorning