Before It Burns Away
I admire an early morning view.
There is a pre-dawn mist, and grass with dew.
The beads of dew resemble diamonds everywhere.
A slight chill accents the morning air.
The calls of birds are heard all around.
They somewhat make a harmonizing sound.
If translated, they are saying “Get out of bed.
Humans, you have an entire day ahead.”
Without further explanation I must say,
this is my favorite time of the day.
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2012
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