Morning Enchantment
Ah
As the music of the morning
Plays ceremoniously
As an orchestra
I am enlivened
I am overcome
With the sounds
Of enchantment
Of beauty
Of the world
My still feet
Cannot remain still
As they must move on
To the sounds
To the rhythm
Taking me to
Other destinations
Of beauty of the day
Copyright © Michael Degenhardt | Year Posted 2008
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