Splash the brook and laugh, my son
   Chase the striped ripples now,
Slide with happy feet, the moss
   Climb the bended river's brow.
Run through swaying daffodils
   Fright the robin from his glade,
Breathe the blue sky deep within
   Watch the purple sunset fade.

Feel the gloaming’s velvet cool
   Hear the night bird call, and then
Watch the evening stars appear
   Gleaming o’er the forest glen.
See the light on distant hill
   Mark the passing of the day
Choose the homeward path before
   Darkness overtakes your way.

Then before you pray tonight
   Sense the blessed paradigm
You, this very day, have seen
   Many signs which point to Him.
Life, itself, is like the day
   Death, the warm light at the gates
Wide before your Father's house
   Where He, who made the world,
Awaits.

—Dave Breese