Wind begets a symphony 

amidst the trees

Dark clouds scud past 

‘It’s not a very nice day’

Yet

there is sunshine and

patches of blue sky.

Raucous lorikeets 

resounding, 

embodying joy.

Another day,

another gift,

yet more grace.

What will I make of it?

Do what I can to savour it all,

Your gift of Yourself

in everything.