Pure Morning

Awoken before dawn by rooster call To greet the day from my rocking chair ‘Twas the purest morning of them all Something special filled the air Noble gases became excited That early morning ambient feel The day was about to be ignited Then the sun arose like molten steel Bright sunflowers stood erect and proud A plethora of colours bloomed all around Frogs croaked happily aloud My gentle stream, a distant sound The throbbing buzz of dragonfly wings Dandelion seed gliding on the breeze An old tyre swaying where my grandchild swings All overseen by ancient trees What a privilege to reap such perfection To conclude with a morning so pristine In the waters, I saw my younger reflection Splashing joyfully in a playful scene After many children and plenty of days Suddenly, I’m fading like a seasoned flower Called by a figure beyond the summer haze That pure morning would be my final earthly hour