Good Morning

Stick figure trees looking hand drawn and gray Waving in the breeze as they greet the new day Frolicking squirrels are having their way Chasing each other around as they play Red breasted robins are hunting fat worms Sleepy sun lights the morning as the earth slowly turns Fallen dew sparkles like diamonds on ferns Traffic starts stirring as busy neighbors churn Winter grass has traded it's gold for green Tree buds are swollen in anticipation of spring The mockingbird's busy gathering treasures of string And the morn comes alive as a choir of birds sing While I look out my window with a smile on my face My friend gets excited by a cat he can chase My mood is light as my mind's in a good place Just thankful I'm alive under a blessing of grace an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner