What, another morning poem!!
On a morning such as this
I sit here feeling total bliss
Writing words, the way I do
I like to write of things brand new
And yet one thing it fills my heart
As I look into the sacred art
Of that power in the sky
Who paint’s the sky as the night time dies.
The birds, they whistle loud and sweet
And from the seed trays they all eat
The cooing of the gentle doves
They make my heartstrings touch on love
The love I feel for this sweet morn
At the coming of the dawn
And so I write this gentle ode
A product of my soft sweet mode
I try to write of something new
But this I cannot really do
Cause all that fills this heart of mine
This pinkish tinge, like rosy wine
As the sun comes out to play
And welcomes in a brand new day
So now I’ve wrote this morning poem
I hope it sets your heart to glowing.
28 October 22013 @ 0535hrs.