Sunrise, Lyell Canyon, Yosemite
This Sunday morning Early I rise, To lift the mist from the water, To brush the frost from the meadow, To taste the first golden drop of sun: The day has almost begun. I stroll. “Good morning,” says Brother Bruin, “God has just passed.  If you hurry, you can catch Him.” “Good morning,” say I, “The path is straight  And He will wait,  He knows I follow. I stroll. “Good morning,” says Sister Doe, “God has just passed.  If you hurry, you can catch Him.” “Good morning,” say I, “The path is clear  And He is near,  He knows I follow.”
I stroll. “Good morning,” says Grandpa Marmot, “God has just passed.  He awaits you where the path divides.” “Good morning,” I reply, “Your faith sustains me,” say I. “Bless you and have a good day.” I stroll. “Good morning,” says He, “I have been expecting thee.  I see you found the way.” “The path was clearly marked,” I say, “There was no cause to stray.  Which path will we follow today?”