Yonder where the golden rays
Doth peek to see the world below
The sun, a golden pearl of light
It elegantly rises, lo!
The curving hills of greenery
Doth wish to hide the morning glow,
Procure, to, for themselves, an hour
Of slumber, deep, against the flow.
Pearls of dew adorn the leaves
That fill the woods with music, sweet,
When gently patted by the breeze,
To add a chorus to the tweet.
The tiny tweet of a hatchling, young
Which longs, a mother’s warmth it, for
And soon the solitary sounds that
Echoed join a choir of more.
The night retires, the stars, they fade,
The moon, it hides its face in shame,
The darkness , it disintegrates
To leave its spot for light to claim.
The pleasant morn, it welcomes home
A newcomer of another day,
And with the waking forest grows
The beauty of the world, its face.