Morning Glory

Behold the camarderie of the vast glorious blue

Breathes golden hues of majestic sunlight

Blessed is the sky, for no more pervades

the woeful dark ignorance of night.

The sunkissed clouds,lashed by a brilliant pink

lulled by the moon so wispy white

they drift appart for now arrive

the birds, who partake homes for morning flight.

The wind blows over the meadows, so green and fogged

Subtle scents she carries along

So gently does she glide, so elegant like a bride

wipes away twilight's tears of song.

With childish innocence do merry melodies ring

from beautiful throats of happy larks

they rejoice and play, so happy and gray

For sleep they must at dark.