What I Like On Early Mornings Poem by RIC BASTASA

THE trees that surround
this house
are teeming with birds
the early morning
chorale

the winds from the
sea
are violins
without visible
performers

the hush of the leaves
are the usual arias

some stones on the
feet of trees
are audiences in their
respectable
silence

the garden is the stage
of all these
showings

since no one is in the house
i sit on a rock
the best bench there is
contemplating on some
peaceful thoughts
and i feel like someone
who is
an honored recipient of
all these graces

i conclude: God is Here.