New Day
As the evening rolled our way
And the blue sky turned to gray
What was red sunset now took flight
Ebbing darkness, growing night
Behind us moving darkness grew
Green trees and leaves we saw are now just few
Majestic oak, black silhouette gives way
To the ending of a perfect day
The cloaking of the quiet night
The crickets and the frogs delight
Lights sparkling in the hidden hills
The scurry ‘neath the evening chills
Another day is waiting sure
Sweet sleep awaits; our rest is pure
In morning light the robin sings
Wake up and see what this day brings
The morning mist and dew shine strong
Gold glory is the morning song
Ripe crops rippling in the breeze
Such beauty in the world to please
All’s well; a new day grows
Just like the blooming of a rose
Copyright © John Squires | Year Posted 2015
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