September Morn

Veilled by the morning rain,the day awakes and sings Mother Earth is proud and boasts,her many splendid things Dew kissed leaves and springtime scents,a painting fit for brush I am lost and mesmerised,in the beauty of her hush Peeping out behind the grey,a speckled touch of blue Mother Earth has given birth,within the angels view Sea Eagles circle just above,magpies serenade the morn' As below the seeds of yesteryear,are once again,reborn Blue Tongue rock sits silently,watching the bay below Wind spirit dances upon the water,he whispers and I know He plays about my thoughts and touches me with kind To leave his voice of wisdom in the corners of my mind Today the sky will not be dressed,her attire will be none She stretches herself in naked view,teasing the sleepy sun As the wind grows colder,as the birds all huddle in their trees Mother Earth,she holds my heart and gently sets my spirit free