Mother Natures Face Washing

When I climb out of bed in the morning
As the sun starts to light up the day
Mother Nature is busy preparing
To clean the Earth's dust and dirt away.

When the leaves on trees are fresh and clean
Washed by Mother Natures drops of dew
They sparkle like diamonds in the sunlight
So enticing it demands your view.

All around the farm the work goes on
In the orchard, the garden, the fields and the pasture
While over the meadow the mists drift away
Having exhausted its supply of dew drop moisture.

And now that the morning has passed daway
I still stand in the privleged place
And marvel at all I observed
As I watched Mother Nature wash her face.

- Robert Edgar Deitz