Viewing Morning
Morning is my favourite time when everything is new;
Flowers drink the morning dew and skies are painted blue.
Each tree stands tall and stately - different shades and different face.
I'm viewing morning's painting, done with Nature's brush of Grace.
Breezes softly ruffle each tiny blade of grass;
Where birds are quietly feeding on their morning repast.
Tiny puppies waken and eat their morning meal;
Then scamper through the flower beds with lightning at their heels.
The sun peeks slowly in the East, then rises with its smile;
Another morning greeting and we walk another mile.
©Joan Adams Burchell
(written July 3, 2010)
