Summer Morning

The peace of summer morning Illuminates the weald And spreads its rays adorning Deep longings unconcealed. The merry birds are tweeting While flying overhead; The misty night is fleeting And hails the day ahead. On beds of fragrant flowers Small critters slumber on, Though from their mossy bowers Fair finches greet the dawn. The forest’s blossom rallies In council for advice On hills and in the valleys: A blooming paradise. How peaceful is this setting Where nothing is amiss, Where verdure helps forgetting Distress and its abyss! The only creature missing This charming scene is man, Though earth and sky are kissing Upon the mountains’ span. While he may deem that reason Is life’s most dazzling feat, There is no day or season When nature’s not complete. To praise her though he pleases, Proud man is never mild If his ambition seizes The riches of the wild. The trees lie undefended From lawlessness and greed When care is not extended To Mother Nature’s need. When woods are decimated And all their treasures lost, Who else but man is fated To bear this heavy cost? Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com