Root Of Suffering Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

Got up early and saw the sunlight
Among clouds - monsoon is still here
The Psalmist was right:
Heaven declare the glory of God.

From my window, to the South
I see a huge rain-cloud umbrella
Between its rim and horizon, it is bright -
Is it part of God's agreement with Noah?

From my wife's bedroom and window
I explore through my binocs
And see a large crane, walking
In the fen with a question for neck!

I am happy to be alive
And to use the senses
Be free of greed and love of money
Which is truly the root of suffering.