"Morning"
Morning comes to life
pouring out bright rays of;
sunshine through leafy trees.
Clouds hold their perfect place,
in the sky; while whistling winds,
move in quietly brushing everything
with silky warm strokes.
Morning sun spreads out colors,
across moving skies forming all shapes
and colors of yellowish orange;
pink and amber.
Dew forms on the mornings grass
pouring every little droplet
back into the wet ground from the;
mornings warm sun.
Fragrance is spread like
perfume all around.
Drops of dew fall rhythmically
from the leaves onto the wet grounds.
Morning whispers so quietly,
in conversation.
Sounds of sparrows echoing,
sweet morning Harmony.
Natures kiss is touching,
everything in site.
Flowers unfold their petals,
of vibrant color displaying their fragrance,
throughout the forest.
Nature is magically,
bringing magnificent things to life.
Morning so grand,
Morning so beautiful,
Morning so flawless,
Morning so quietly unfolds,
to begin another day.
~~~
Sandra Winright
April 16, 2010
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