Early Morning Call
The sky was an opaque blue,
with small pink clouds dancing through.
The tops of the trees,
turned to a brilliant green,
as the rising sun blessed them,
with its golden sheen.
A cock pheasant was sending out,
his early morning call,
thrushes and black birds were singing,
at the wonder of it all.
Dawn is such a wonderous thing,
it makes my heart glad,
when I hear nature sing.
Copyright © 38 Tango | Year Posted 2007
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