Poetryseeds

The clouds are so close you could almost reach

Those fluffy white cocoons that float along the sky

Warmth parading from the sun up high

A hikers trail is cut into the mountain side

Bright yellow jackets of canoeists as they glide

Down the river still and casting light serene

Grassy banks shimmer to the tune of emerald green

Oh beautiful morn, before the day is awake

Tumbling from our beds the slumber we must shake

And join the chorus of living as we do

Welcoming the birth of another day, shiny and new