Morning Sky

The dew covered green grass Tickles my sides and soaks my back I can see each drop on my hair magnified Listening to the early morning song When the sun is just breaking the horizon And the stars and moon are still in the sky Mixing the sky like a tie-dyed t-shirt Midnight blues, frightening blacks and purples Fiery oranges, soft pinks, and happy yellows Each talking half of the sky Fingers reaching and just barely touching at the center A light breeze blows frightening away my morning song I watch the little blue bird's erratic flight Hear the final of the night crickets chirps And feel the sun warm on my face Seeming to melt away the stars and moon Brightening the sky to a baby blue Opening the day as if it were a book Waiting for me to write in the chapters of life