MORN OF QUIETUDE
I rest my eyes on the meadow green
where breathless beauty lies;
Fresh odours of the morning air, just like my spirits, rise.
The morning concert fills my ears with birdsong loud and clear;
The Redwing Blackbirds, Orioles and Robins now are here.
I turn my face to look above and
see that heaven sent
Some clouds of fleece to dance about the azure firmament.
This early morn of quietude is really most serene,
Though, softly stirring treetops wave, disturbing not the scene.
Wild flow'rs abuzz with humming
bees, tree frogs strike up the band --
Ten million cricket metronomes keep time by clapping hands.
Beyond, a stream is gurgling on -- there, dragon-flies in
Perhaps, this is a little taste of "paradise on earth"!
--Doreen (Adams) Ellis