Swirling Steaming Mists rise
O’er the ancient lake
Beams filter through hazy
skies on lazy morning break
Creatures stir to nature’s songs
that greet the joyful day
Robins, cranes, and whipoorwills
enact the native play
Golden rays illuminate
all green and living things
In this dawn we celebrate
A milieu for the kings
Meander sweet slow river!
Bent by force unknown
You carry with you secrets
From a time before the dawn
But if you ever wonder
Whose hand has shaped these banks
God has shown his promise
that to Him we must give thanks
author
Roads Less Traveled 
So pleasant to read this after a long day, and to be thankful for all natural things visited, respected, admired, and adored.
Thanks, Becky, and safe travels.
Home again. Write, my friend.
I wonder if people have the time to experience any of the lovely sites you describe in your poem. Beautiful!!
That spring was in my backyard in Longwood, Florida, in the very heart of a fairly major Orlando suburb. It was amazing that so much nature could coexist so closely with humans.