In days awakening
A vision now appears
Found within Your garden
A cloud discovered near
Coming into focus
Surprise of gift to see
Not a cloud at all
But blossoms of the tree
In joy of silent song
A drawing calling me
Drifting into beauty
Dwelling, just to be
Wonder of the marvel
Grace of Gods sweet gift
Glorious the fragrance
Praise and joy to lift
In souls awakening
The vision becomes clear
Through sacrament of blossom
In cloud of Spirit here
