Upon the road of life I walked
With pencil grasped in hand
And saw the wonder of the world
That grew upon the land
By chance my eyes did rest upon
A deer with in the wood
I gazed in awestruck wonder
Where a thousand feet once stood
With bow and arrow clasped in hand
And quiver by their side
Then felt within my heart and soul
The native Indian pride
In what the Spirit’s hand hath wrought
And knew that this was good
My spirit lifted heaven toward
As I walked up in the wood
The quiet trickle of a stream
Fed by a surging spring
As wind did waft the Autumn leaves
And made the grasses sing
The Earth lay clothed in morning mist
A bird began to sing
Proclaimed the rising of the Sun
To every living thing
I sat upon a fallen tree
And watched this all unfold
Then peace crept forth within my heart
This beauty touched my soul
I thought about my busy life
I hadn’t stopped to see
The beauty of a daybreak
As I sat upon a tree
I promised then my heart of hearts
Next year I would return
And capture once again the peace
When I was blessed to learn
That we should stop more often
So our spirits could renew
And sit upon a fallen tree
Where lays the morning dew
