Happy

Its glowing,
  the day is bright.
The frost
  left its crisp trace.
Bracing, etching
  the leaves with grace.
An echo, call
  the owl awakes us.
The night was
  glory written in fullness.
Day in night,
  beautiful moon, ripe.
Day has come
  with no less glory.
So sing the songs
  and have a day of fun.
Held in the wonder
  of a beautiful world.