simply a sunrise.

The other day, or yesterday, and today as well actually, so recently it has occured to me that while so often I spin, toil and toss in my heart about what I look like or how I feel about myself; I dont hear the sunrise asking God for more color, or trees drooping their shoulders and saying "I dont like my bark", but they stand as they are and glorify God simply by being what He created.
Hm.