Poetic Verses
Early Morn
There is no place I like to be so early in the morning
Is that joy of being up and working in my garden
Admiring my many roses with the dew drops on their petals
The surface allow the drops to assume a shape almost sperical
And as always I leant forward just to press my nose
Sort of being intoxicated by the aroma that arose
Too thrilled as I watched the light of the morning sun
Being dispersed into it colours by those drops around
Even though they were troublesome by good to have around
Those chickens scratching and scattering the freshly dug ground
And in the process were able to unearth my planted seed
As they forage around looking for an early morning feed
Another early visitor that one can bet will be there
Who motions and antics are there to revere
As it flits backwards and forwards flapping its wings
It looked like the humming bird is balancing on an invisible string
But how could I forget the golden coloured sun flower
Having assume the shape of the sun its master
And what is so obvious there is such an attraction
Because it face it always towards it, irrespective of the location
There is always that sound of the busy bees
That sound is like music in the morning breeze
As one watch some wiggle and dance in the sun
Trying to draw the others attention to the source of pollen
How the there is that palate stimulation this early hour
As around is the aroma of coffee from all the neighbours
And too from my house I heard the sound of a sweet voice
Telling me breakfast was ready, there was no need to be told twice
Is that joy of being up and working in my garden
Admiring my many roses with the dew drops on their petals
The surface allow the drops to assume a shape almost sperical
And as always I leant forward just to press my nose
Sort of being intoxicated by the aroma that arose
Too thrilled as I watched the light of the morning sun
Being dispersed into it colours by those drops around
Even though they were troublesome by good to have around
Those chickens scratching and scattering the freshly dug ground
And in the process were able to unearth my planted seed
As they forage around looking for an early morning feed
Another early visitor that one can bet will be there
Who motions and antics are there to revere
As it flits backwards and forwards flapping its wings
It looked like the humming bird is balancing on an invisible string
But how could I forget the golden coloured sun flower
Having assume the shape of the sun its master
And what is so obvious there is such an attraction
Because it face it always towards it, irrespective of the location
There is always that sound of the busy bees
That sound is like music in the morning breeze
As one watch some wiggle and dance in the sun
Trying to draw the others attention to the source of pollen
How the there is that palate stimulation this early hour
As around is the aroma of coffee from all the neighbours
And too from my house I heard the sound of a sweet voice
Telling me breakfast was ready, there was no need to be told twice
