A New Morn

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.